Palm; black; correct future of Ethan Hendricks. Eyes and ears uncovered.
A man with glasses holds a black orb in his hands, which shines strangely. He is in the middle of a wasteland, garbage all around him. In the sky are neither sun nor moon, neither day nor night. The world consists of nothing but garbage.
"I had meant to ask you before… Are you in a romantic relationship with the vice chief?" He questions a man across from him.
He has his hair cut short and tattoos over his arms up to his neck. With his hands in his pockets, he stands there lazily, snapping his head to him after hearing these words, grinning.
"Have I just heard you calling me gay, you fucker?" His red eyes shine with excitement, the excitement to kill.
"I would never dare to, Chief." The man with the glasses crushes the dark orb in his hands and bows his head deeply.