You walk into the kitchen to find your grandfather rambling to himself as he paints over the windows with black... ink? You sigh and walk past him to get a glass of water. You fill your cup and just as you are about to lift the glass to your lips he shouts.
"IT'S COMING!" the elderly man screams, startling you and making you spit out your drink. You sputter and cough as he runs to the living room.
You think for a moment. What if he's right?
Your thoughts drift back to that Pheonyx guy. What was it, fifty years ago when Giantopolis last experienced an actually serious disaster? Maybe something is happening.
Your grandfather calls for you from the living room.
Will you answer him?