Friday.
A loud noise engine is heard, followed by a shadow that breaks the veil of night fog. An old red car moves through the streets of Cantuaria, with its round fog lights announcing its solemn presence.
On the side of this car is engraved Saber in stylized black letters.
The public lighting system of the city works relatively well, except, of course, for some routine failures, such as the two lamps burned on top of one of the poles near the corner that the coupe is coming.
The traffic light glows red.
With a sudden stop, the car stops in front of the crosswalk.
Coming from the left, some drunken people stumbling walk through crosswalk toward the sidewalk across the street. The small group is composed mainly of women – all wearing short skirts, tight dresses and the like – and a reduced amount of guys – probably college students, a hypothesis deduced because of their half-open dress shirts and their hipster hair greased with gel.
As they walked, the men exchanged kisses and caresses with some of the women, while the other women were did the same – but with each other women. The signal opens at the very moment that the lively group of friends reaches the edge on the opposite side from where they were.
The powerful ancient red vehicle shoots like an arrow on the asphalt, following for another five blocks before turning the corner and follow a narrow one-way street.
The night was cold and even then, the sidewalks were occupied by visibly changed young people who, if they were stained in red, quietly pass by zombies.
In a dark alley, a couple of strangers gasped and moved in a rhythmic way.
And amidst all the debauchery of the night, a car goes towards its destination – as a silent observer of the human decay.
After a few more minutes, moments where some streets and alleys were skillfully traveled, the car finally reaches its destination.
The scarlet vehicle is parked in front of a huge merchant townhouse, in whose sign reads:
Surreal World – Digital Productions
We organize, photograph, and film weddings, honeymoons, bachelor parties, paying taxes, admissions to the lunatic asylum, birthdays, funerals, etc.
The headlights are off. In the nightly penumbra, the two black twin stripes that run through the middle of the top of the car almost blend into the bright red of the rest of the bodywork.
The two side doors of the vehicle open at the same time. And, from inside it, emerge Dorian and Renato. After disembarking, they close the vehicle doors. Some other cars are parked nearby.
Renato look at the building.
"Are you sure it's here?"
"Who knows?" Dorian responded with a sarcastic grin plastered on his face.
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Bloody Eyes - 02 (sample)
Action"We are forces of nature." Renato and Eduardo are business partners in a nightclub. But the challenges they encounter go far beyond stocking drinks and serving customers. Scars from a forgotten time hide in every dark alley in city. And in the midst...
