In the darker half of the city, a group of shady people are gathered in a large warehouse wearing red and brown clothes. One of them with a grey shirt had gathered both sides of the gangs for a meeting. He quiets the large group and begins a speech.
Grey: welcome everyone. I am Vassalo. I'm sure you're all wondering why we are all gathered here like this in the center of the opposing sides. I am here to explain.
The group murmurs and falls to a hush again.
Vassalo: for five long years, we have fought for territory here in the shadows. And in just a few months, one man was somehow able to put a stop to this war completely. Now that man wishes to join us together and not just control shadows, but the entire city of Sillia. Including Centorro Decorum. The center of all of the madness. The bell tower.
The group awes from the news. To control the bell tower means to control the very heart of the city of Sillia. The idea of it was enough for every one to be at the edge of their seats.
Vassalo: all he asks in return is that the two become one. Because, lets face it. This entire city? Pretty big for us all to share. So why not become one? Make ourselves bigger? Make this...
A voice echoes from through the warehouse.
Voice:...Our profit.
Everyone looks to the ceiling and find a figure sitting on a support beam with eyes glowing icy blue staring down at them.
Voice: I have a full proof plan that can get us the entire tower, the people of this city back in business, and with those businesses, we restore this city as well as have all we want and more without any royal guards, or worse, guardians, coming at us with hatred. No.
The figure drops from his perch and land in the central spotlight. His hair seemed dyed in blood.
Red head: We get respect.
The room fills with murmurs and whispers.
Red head: well?
Brown shirt 1: what are you proposing we do then?
The red head gives them an eerily childish grin.