Late at night, on the outskirts of Silvertown.
Rebecca stood on a low hill, looking down upon the village below from a high vantage point.
She was dressed in the black uniform of a high-ranked Judge, her hood and beak-shaped gas mask tightly covering her entire head, carrying a pistol, dagger, one-handed sword… none of the combat equipment issued to Judges was missing. Around her stood four junior Judges, similarly attired but wearing uniforms of different colors.
A junior Judge, with a long-barreled hunting shotgun on his back, crouched on the ground, watching a house at the entrance to the village. The dark magic he wielded granted him temporary night vision and long-distance sight.
Behind him, his companions were checking their equipment while staying alert to other directions.
