Date: February 25th, 3125
'Run. Don't look back, just run.'
The thought rings continuously throughout his head as he rushes past the steel corridors in front of him in a desperate attempt to escape his perusers. Emergency lights hanging on the ceiling above flash endlessly, it's red glow surrounding the metal hallways as the darts past them, the assassins who crave his blood inching ever so closer to him with every step he takes. He darts to his left and into another corridor, racing his way to the escape pods found on the far end of the palace. The man glances to his back one final time to see his killers once more, saliva dripping from their lips at the very thought of his blood on their hands. Hanging from each of their legs are weaponry taken from the royal armory; two AK-47s held in their sheathes. They have turned these weapons down at the current moment however, wishing to use a more...personal form of attack. They sprint towards him with butcher knives in each of their hands, a