Two drones, like mechanical vultures, hover in the ashen sky, transporting the Grey Area Governor towards the bleak, monolithic structure of the prison. They descend with calculated precision, depositing him onto the desolate field adjacent to the building. The world here is a monochrome canvas, the building's imposing silhouette cutting a stark contrast against the overcast sky.
As the drones retreat, the Governor's senses are assaulted by the sterile chill of the air and the faint, distant echoes of despair emanating from within the prison walls. Two officers, their forms flickering in and out of existence in Virtual Drone Mode, materialize beside him. Their movements are eerily synchronized, their expressions hidden behind the digital masks of their avatars.