The night had been quiet, but the daily ritual had to continue. The corrupt were not out of the town yet, and the people had no other way to root them out. The people had finished their voting, and they had chosen a victim. A man was brought up to the execution wall. He put up no fight; in fact, he seemed aloof through his entire arrest, as if he did not care. As the guards lifted their rifles, the man's face remained blank. They fired their guns, and Echo fell to the ground.

The night was quiet again. To everyone's surprise, nobody had been attacked. The people started getting exciting. They started wondering if the scum that had destroyed their city had finally left. They were about ready to celebrate, but they could not be certain for sure.

A man was working a night shift at work. It seems the person who had worked before him managed to screw up all the files, so he had to spend the entire night reorganizing them. As it got later into the night, the man eventually put his head on the desk and fell asleep. Just then, another man appeared from the shadows. Within a few minutes, he was gone.