"Red; the colour was in every crack, every corner, every curve. The poisonous haze leeched itself onto every surface. It squeezed the life out of everything and everyone it could. It sucked and sucked and sucked until the only things left were the whispers of those suffering.
Take me. Take me. Take me.
And with every life the Fog ripped apart, the brighter it became. It coats The City in a haunting, deathly, beautiful glow. Until the Fog finally squeezes its fist tight enough, hard enough, to turn it all to dust.
Until there is nothing left but the grinning monster living above them, under them, around them.
It's over, the beast would taunt. You've lost."