A shadowy figure wades silently through the moonless night sky over Nikita city.

It slowly descends on a parked red trailer truck, its driver nowhere to be found.

It cuts a hose underneath the truck before levitating back into the inky night sky.

It then circles the city twice before suddenly stopping and descending on the tallest high-rise building.

On the 14th floor of that building, three weary office workers make their way to the elevator doors.

The invisible black mist hovers near them.

"I can't do it anymore," one of the three says while pounding his fist on the wall. "Mr. Boring will definitely get the promotion."

His face shone with anguish and rage. His shirt was very rough, his sleeves were rolled up and his tie hung loosely around his neck.

"Who in their right mind would work till midnight every single day for 6 months?" the second said agreeing with the first. "I'm out, he might as well have the promotion."

"Don't talk like that, guys," the third said in a mocking tone. "He's a lonely guy without friends. This job is his girlfriend"

"Serves him right," the first man said angrily. "Turn off the lights."

"Isn't he still inside?" the second man asked.

"Yes," the first man replied with a smirk.

The three men smiled and snickered at each other.

They hit the light switch and the lights on the building floor flicker and then go dark as they make their way into the elevator.

The cubicles on the floor were empty of their occupants. The table surfaces were littered with coffee mugs engraved with personal messages like "The world's best dad", toys strewn about, and photos of family members plastered everywhere.

With one exception, a single desk on the edge of the pack was completely void of personal effects.

Its occupant was furiously typing away on his keyboard ignoring the darkened room.

For a moment, an object's reflection moved quickly from one side of his monitor to the other jolting him with a fright but turning his neck rapidly revealed nothing behind him.

He settles back into his work.

The black mist materialized behind him again, its body illuminated by the white light of the electronic screen.

It was a sickly-looking man with a hooked nose wearing a black suit and dark trench coat. The figure pulled out a rusty sickle with his left hand.

The man placed a black flag over the office worker's head and scrawled the words "Death, Midnight and Red" into it before turning around and disappearing into the night.

The sound of three xylophone chimes breaks the silence in the room.

The man's attention now broken, looked around his table before pulling a backpack from underneath his table.

After rummaging around inside the bag, he pulls out a smartphone with a cracked screen and on the lock screen, there was a text that reads: "My old friend, it's been a long time. I know that you're probably hard at work but I'm in your city tonight and we need to talk. Let's meet up at Red – Sonny."

The message was sent at 7:00 pm and the time at the corner of the screen read 10:45 pm.

The man blankly stared at the text for a few minutes before hurriedly putting the phone back in his bag and sharply getting up.

He stuffed his belongings into his bag hurriedly and ran to the front of the office before disappearing down the elevator.

On the ground floor he half ran towards the entrance of the building before stopping and turning back to approach the security guard.

"Hello, I'm Boris," he said panting deeply to recover his breath. "Do you know where a place called 'Red' is?"

The security guard lazily scratched his salt-and-pepper beard.

After thinking for a moment, his eyes widened with a look of recognition

"Are you talking about 'Club' Red?" he asked with excitement.

Boris nodded.

"I heard B2 will be there after their show at the garden tonight," he said. "It's not too far from here. If you can wait a few minutes, my shift will soon be over. I can take you there personally."

"I'm in a bit of a hurry," Boris said.

"I'll go change," he said not taking no for an answer. "I'll meet you out front in ten minutes."

7 minutes later, a yellow minivan pulled up at the building entrance.

In the driver's seat was the security guard wearing a red Hawaiian patterned shirt and a straw fedora.

"Get in," he said.

He drove erratically and the inside of his car smelled like motor oil, but he made quick work of the distance, arriving at the destination at 11:30.

On getting to the entrance, there was a line stretching from in front of the club around the block and down the busy street.

"We'll never get in," Boris said defeatedly.

"We will, just follow my lead," the guard said with a mischievous grin.

He drove his car to the other side of the block and into a tight alley barely big enough for the minivan before getting out while the engine was still running.

"I'll give you a boost," he said. "Get on the roof of my car and go over that fence, Club Red is just on the other side."

"Are you crazy?" Boris said. "What if we get caught?"

"We won't get caught if you hurry up."

After a moment of hesitation, Boris allowed the guard to hoist him onto the roof of his car so that he could climb the fence.

He dropped into a puddle of a strange liquid on the other side.

"Take lots of pictures of the band and if you can, get an autograph from Sonny for me," the guard said through the fence. "Let him address it to Dennis, his biggest fan."

Boris made his way past the staff area and into the club without drawing attention.

The music was loud, and the pulsating bass made him cover his ears.

He searched everywhere for Sonny but couldn't find him until eventually, he sighted the blond-haired man seated next to a familiar girl on the upper floor overlooking the main area.

A few times, a drunk attendee would bump into the backpack on his back, and he would apologize.

Boris made his way up the steps but before he got to Sonny, a large man pushed him in the chest.

"Not allowed," the large man said.

"It's cool, I'm not a fan, me and him go way back," Boris said.

The large man looked back toward Sonny.

The blonde-haired, blue-eyed man seated behind the large man looked Boris up and down.

"Send him away," Sonny said.

"Get lost kid," the large man said.

Boris's expression went from confusion to disappointment to sadness and then finally anger.

He stormed off.

The girl next to him said, "Isn't that Boris?"

"Doesn't matter," Sonny replied.

A traffic light at an intersection close to Club Red changed from red to yellow and then green. The driver of a large red trailer truck stepped on his gas pedal as his truck lurched forward and began to accelerate. A trail of leaking fluid followed the vehicle.

A shadow hovered around a crossing signal causing it to glitch and malfunction. It should've been red, but it showed green leading a group of people to attempt to cross but seeing the truck made most of them retreat except for an old woman.

The driver saw her late before stomping on his brakes but there was no effect except the leaking fluid underneath his vehicle gushing out faster.

He stomped violently on the brakes again, but the truck kept moving at full speed.

He shifted his gears into neutral, pulled on his handbrake and pressed down hard on his clutch and brakes like his life depended on it but the truck ignored him and continued to accelerate.

The driver held down his horn while also screaming for everyone to get out of the way, but the old woman continued to cross the road.

To avoid hitting her, he swerved to his right in the direction of the entrance of Club Red just as a person was coming outside.

The truck only came to a stop after slamming into the front of the building.

The accident caused 5 minor injuries and 1 fatality: a man with a backpack.