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
Woman
supporting
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.”
