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A deafening roar tore me from my sleep. I snapped my eyes open, disoriented.
The room was in darkness, with the furniture shattered and splinters of glass on the floor.
I struggled to my feet and looked out the window. What I saw chilled my blood: the streets were deserted, shrouded in a thick blanket of reddish mist that stained everything in its path.
What the hell had happened while I slept?
A similar rumble as before shook the foundations of the building. I stepped out into the hallway in search of answers, but found only more destruction and loneliness.
Suddenly, a huge, grotesque creature emerged from the scarlet mist. Its skin seemed to burn and its maw oozed a viscous liquid of the same crimson hue.
I froze as I felt its incandescent gaze upon me. Then, an apocalyptic roar shook the entire city.
I ran for cover, closing every door in my path. Outside, the world had changed completely, plunged into a scarlet night whose origin was best unknown.