P1: Striker goes quiet.
P2: Glam reaches out her hands to place on his.
GLAM: What happened to her?
P3: He sneers.
STRIKER: Blue blood.
P4: Silhouettes of a Goetia bowing to Striker's love, taking her hand.
STRIKER (narration): Some noble Goetia comes strolling into town, Satan-knows-why, and sets his eyes on my girl. He lavishes the town with riches, buying this and that, while I was struggling just to buy a single diamond smaller than your nail. He starts wooing all of us low-class folk about life in the city among them nobles.
P5: A young Striker scowls.
STRIKER (narration): He framed it as some sort of fairy tale, a dream for all of them to try to achieve. But I saw right through that malarky. Sunnovabitch was bragging, telling us straight to our faces just where our ilk stands: the bottom. And just like any good con man...
P6: A silhouetted shot of the lover, but her eyes are wide open, glistening with hope.
STRIKER (narration): ...he saw the stars in my girl's eyes. He promised her a new life, if only she would follow him there. Maybe she thought she'd come right back. Maybe she thought it was just a tour. But she stayed and never came back.
Sandos
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