The villages were silent under the light of the crescent moon. Emergency lights had long faded into darkness in the city of the Grandes, for the Voices' aerial attack ceased hours before. The odd lamppost flickered eerily in the streets, scaring away shadows with their luminous glow.

Not all was still. There was but one figure left in the streets, his khaki trench-coat offering not enough defense from the elements. Icy cold winds sunk their teeth into Piano, yet he forced himself onwards. Time was running out until the Voices' next assault, and as the CEO of one of the major Grandes corporations, Piano needed to attend this meeting. The Voices could never take down the Grandes with their current technology. But Piano needed to be sure. He needed to be certain that his Section would not collapse like the Winds did.

He pulled his coat tighter around him.