PiT 001: Punishment, Thy Name is Ruin
Dark, Dark, Dark, Dark, Dark, Dark
Shadow looked around the destroyed city from his perch atop a streetlight. The clear, blue sky held the obliviously shining sun high over the ruins of the once-prosperous city.
As if on cue, the black hedgehog jumped from the streetlight, landing lightly on the ground. He strode casually around the ruins, looking around as if he ere watching a play: intrigued, but not engaged.
A wind stirred, and down the street rolled a crumpled piece of notebook paper. For no reason other than the paper was close, Shadow scooped it off the ground and flattened it.
The paper had a picture drawn on it; a rough colored pencil drawing of two golden shapes floating in a black expanse with nothing but a giant, faced, semi-circle in the picture.
Shadow could not figure out what the picture was supposed to by, so he simply crumpled it back up and tossed it over his shoulder as he walked on.
Who really got punished?