BONE RAIN: BONE RAIN
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A cynical Bone Collector is hired to retrieve a unique skeleton embedded in the foundation of the Ossuary Cartel's fortress, forcing him to dismantle the empire that built it.
Characters
Marlow Croft
supporting
Marlow Croft is a jaded, middle-aged private investigator. He has short, dark, slightly disheveled hair, tired dark eyes, and a pale complexion with a hint of stubble and world-weary lines around his eyes. He typically wears a rumpled white shirt with a loosened dark tie, a dark, well-worn trench coat, and sometimes a fedora. He is often seen with a glass of liquor in hand at his grimy, cluttered desk. His posture is often slumped, reflecting his exhaustion.
Woman
supporting
A mysterious, elegant woman with a commanding presence. Her face is often shadowed by a wide-brimmed dark hat, obscuring her features, but her eyes, if visible, are piercing and dark. She has a pale complexion and is dressed in a sophisticated, tailored dark trench coat over a sleek dark dress, with matching gloves. Her silhouette is sharp and refined. She often carries a thick wad of glowing, futuristic currency.
Page 1
Panel 1: Marlow Croft sits at his grimy desk, a half-empty bottle beside a stack of old files, rain streaks his office window.
“Another dead end.”
Panel 2: A mysterious woman, face shadowed by a wide-brimmed hat, stands in Marlow's doorway, holding a thick wad of glowing currency.
“I need a specific bone.”
Panel 3: A holographic projection of the massive, bone-ribbed Cartel Tower glows on Marlow's desk, a single point at its base highlighted in red.
“It's in the foundation.”
Page 2
Panel 4: Close-up on Marlow's hand clenching a glass, the city's neon reflections dancing in the liquor.
“Impossible.”
Panel 5: Marlow hunches over a grimy data terminal, encrypted files and the omnipresent Ossuary Cartel logo flashing across the screen.
“His bones shouldn't exist.”
Panel 6: Marlow looks out his window at the imposing Cartel Tower, now glowing ominously against the rainy night sky, seeing it as a colossal tomb.
“They built their empire on him.”
Page 3
Panel 7: Marlow meets a shadowy contact in a rain-slicked alley, exchanging a small, cylindrical device for a packet of data chips.
“Just a tremor.”
Panel 8: Marlow, clad in dark, waterproof gear, descends into a dark, dripping subterranean access tunnel beneath the city.
“Time to dig.”
Panel 9: Marlow carefully places a specialized sonic charge onto a section of polished bone foundation, its timer glowing red.
“This will crack it.”
Page 4
Panel 10: Marlow retreats through the tunnel, glancing back at the glowing timer on the charge as it counts down to zero.
“Good luck, Cartel.”
Panel 11: The immense Cartel Tower shudders violently, deep cracks spiderwebbing up its bone facade as debris begins to rain down into the city.
“The dead won't stay buried.”
Panel 12: Marlow stands in the rain, watching the unstable tower with a small, knowing smile, while the mysterious woman observes from a distant, high-up rooftop.
“Bone rain.”
