Vismont Village, many weeks prior
Inside one of the many identical houses in the village, Matthew was happily planning for their small village's development. He was using some excess paper he managed to hoard back in Terran.
He had already made a preliminary zoning plan of the village, and he felt joy whenever he thought of its imminent execution.
He might have started politics for his sister, but he quickly fell in love with public service. Now, he had all the power, and there was no need for the cumbersome red tapes and pandering to arrogant old men to implement his vision.
Despite the monsters outside, he optimistically thought that he was really living… a dream.
His daydream, however, was quickly broken by a desperate knock pounded on his door.
It was a young man with curly red hair. It was one of his few guards, Oliver, and he was incredibly pale and scared.
Matthew put down everything and stood up, looking at him worriedly.
