They've come to monitor us, to watch us, to keep us in line. For years, they've been here, waiting for the right moment to strike.
They sweep the streets, destroying those that oppose them. Technology allows them to defy gravity. Over time, we grow accustomed to them. We live our lives, separate, but always aware of one another. We work, we go to school, we live in their shadow - because to emerge from it would mean death.
They search for one thing.
Documentation of how they arrived. It could be the key to finally being able to escape the shadows. They've hunted down the decedents of the photographer. But we have the photograph, we have it hidden. The time to strike is now. We must rally, we must move now.
I must decide what shirt to wear.