Markus' eyes flashed open. He took in a deep breath and shot up to his feet, instantly slumping down to one knee, clutching his throbbing head. He pulled his hand back and noted there was blood on it. There was something heavy on his other arm, though. Markus looked down and saw a duel disk, and on his belt, a deck case. He glanced around. There were bodies scattered about the ground. Some, Markus recognized as schoolmates and teachers. It was a massacre. There was rubble all across the ground. Blood stained the grass, where students had been slain.
Markus was still disoriented. He lurched forward and landed on a stone walkway. He eyes fluttered as he began to remember, and he pulled himself back up and looked to his left. High atop a pole was a flag, waving slightly in the mild wind. It was barely visible amongst the dust that flew so freely through the air. The flag was on fire, torn, and smeared with a thick smattering of blood. Markus trudged on ahead, past the pole. A shadow loomed over him, now; blotting out some of the dust. As he looked up, he saw a building in ruin, but despite the devastation that had been bestown upon the building, the bell tower still stood proudly, gazing out into the dust.
Markus slumped down against the wall and felt his side, realizing he had been cut...badly. He rested his head against the wall and watched, vision fading as the dust cleared, as a figure approached him. Just as the figure reached Markus, though, everything went black.