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Moving onto the next part of the storyboard with pages six and seven, a familiar bluish purple blur catches the eye of our mysterious figure. With all the energy he can muster he tries to move his hand into a gesture that would help him express himself before letting out the pained sounds of: 'Chi... ara...'.

His vision then distorts away from the disappointed looking figure as he finds himself staring down the barrel of a gun.

'Shields'.

'No...'. He says as the reality begins to dawn.