The room is dark save for the glow of a computer monitor. DARKMASSA enters the room, a lit cigarette hanging on his lips. He looks haggard, worn down. It's been days since he last slept. He needs information and he needs it now. He flicks the cigarette onto the ground and stamps it out, leaving a smoldering pile of ash and tobacco to decay on the floor. He walks up to the table holding the computer and sits at the chair. He looks upon the computer to see Duardo asking him to enter a question. He sighs. Slowly he types the words, "When is Destiny coming out?". He hits enter and recieves his response, "I'm your Destiny, bitch!". He curses, throws the computer off the table, and collapses to the floor, a heaving mass of tears and dissapointment.