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PANEL 1
You’re looking down at FELIS, who’s lying on his back on some sort of protrusion from a building several stories up. His immediate surroundings are dark, but below him you can see the lights of clubs and people moving around, tiny figures. He’s wearing tight pants, big stompy goth boots that come up to his knees, a sleeveless shirt, and fishnet arm warmers from wrist to elbow. If the shadows aren’t hiding them, you can see the track marks on his arms.

1 FELIS [thoughts]
I can hear them. The desperate and the addicted. This city is full of them.

PANEL 2
FELIS hand, as if he is holding it up, looking at it against the stars. There’s faint bruising starting over his knuckles, and dark spots between two of his fingers. Dried blood. You can see the sillouhettes of buildings in the background or on the sides. His hand is the main focus though.

2 FELIS [dialogue]
Opi, what do you think? Are you going to Hell?

PANEL 3
FELIS, licking the dried blood from between his fingers, cat like. Close enough frame that you don’t seen much if any off the background. Possibly just his mouth and fingers.

No Dialogue.

PANEL 4
FELIS rolls over, crouching on his perch, staring down into the city, at nothing in particular. He’s smiling a little, condescendingly.

3 FELIS [dialogue]
I know. You’re already there.

PANEL 5
The back of FELIS head, looking past him down into the city.

2 FELIS [thoughts]
I fucking hate this place.

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SPLASH
Huge view of the city. Futuristic, put a couple of bikes or cars in the air. The farther away you get, the cleaner looking the city gets. The closer you are, the more you can see the dingy streets, whores and the corners, muggings in the alleyways, etc. Felis is somewhere off to the side, sitting on his perch, one leg dangling, the other knee pulled up to his chest.

1 FELIS [thoughts]
OPI. It stands for so many things in this city. Utopia. Opium.

1 CAPTION
Title, credits, etc. Place it on the side of a building, like signage, maybe.