The lowest floor of the tower saw a major paradigm shift. The place where scum dwelled in the darkness of the night had started to grow with a strange night life that couldn't be found elsewhere in the tower.
The residents of Symphonia had not jut started enjoying their drinks and days, but also started merry singing and dancing in the nights. Stores had started to be open far past sun down and even kids didn't need to worry twice as they left their houses.
"Don't go, or who knows when you will return."
"Don't open, or who knows when you will be able to again."
"Don't stay awake, or who knows when you will end up sleeping forever."
The sentiment of the people regarding the evil that lurked, the darkness of the tower that used to crawl up on one's legs and slowly suck them in like an unceasing quagmire, taking the person deep into its embrace, had now become a turbulent yet relaxing river, a ride that you could rock on and leave with smiles on your face.
A certain reporter for the Tower Times newspaper was greatly intrigued by this sudden change.
And so, he decided to ask around about it.
The time of action was in the night, when the anomaly, or perhaps, the new normalcy was most noticeable.
Through the central streets of Symphonia, he first approached a young man holding a guitar in his hand jamming out songs of yore, drunks around him danced and sang along.
The reporter, Zertan Gorex, walked up to the singer and whispered.
"Hey man, fun lyrics."
"I am singing a song about my heartbreak dude…"
Zertan ignored that.
"Why are you guys here now? Aren't there any issues with doing all this?"
The man strummed his guitar and shook his head. "Of course not! All the bastards that used to terrorize the place are gone."
Zertan was quite shocked. He wanted to ask around more but the man started singing again. With little choice, he walked away to the other places.
Stalls and shops were open late into the night, and it seemed that some more bars and pubs were being opened in the tower.
The higher rankers had always been too focused on their own floor to care for this place where most were to die when they left the safe zone. And so, aside from its grandiosity, the only thing Symphonia had going for it was the way it cultivated evil like bacteria on its streets.
But now, even that was gone.
When he went to the stores. The owners talked of how the bastards coming over every night and asking for protection fee had reduced to just once a week. When he went to the tables. The customers talked of how the bastards coming over every night to haggle and bother and steal were now nowhere to be seen.
Something had changed. Something serious had changed.
The next day, Zertan put on his gloves, flipped up his laptop and sat with a coffee in hand.
With every tap of his fingers, words began to flow out.
An article surmising the sudden change in the surroundings of Symphonia spilled.
From the mention of the gone thugs.
To the mention of the the new ones.
There was only one way to express it.
[Something. Someone. Has come in control. The underworld of Symphonia has seen the rise of a new leader. One much more wise, and much more cruel than the ones before]
Enter key hit.
The article went live.
That evening.
Zertan Gorex disappeared.
The underworld of Symphonia… had seen the rise of a new leader.
One much more wise, and much more cruel than the ones before