Rooftop
Those silent (k)nights, watching over our city, over our sleep... or are they just picking a cool spot to drink a few beers?
Transcript
In the middle of the night, a dark cloaked figure stands on a rooftop.
Cloaked figure: Alone I watch over the city
The roof top door gets kicked open.
BLAMM!
Max with a dark cloak: I have been expecting you. But you are late.
Max: Ok, ok...
Paul, carrying a case of beers: Elevator's out of order again. Put the picnic blanket back down and help me with the beer.
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