Dyrus and his pathetic search for real connections - OPENING SCENE

DYRUS'S OFFICE - DAY

Dyrus sits in his office, sipping a glass of wine. Jeena flings printed photos onto the desk -- photos that she and Rallen took of themselves in front of a solid gold statue of Dyrus. Rallen slams his hand on the surface.

RALLEN: There, HAPPY?! We made up for that stupid gold statue of yours.

DYRUS: Well, well, well. Looks like you two really get the job done like it's nothing, do you? 

DYRUS: Tell me, why don't I see any reason stopping you from joining the company? 

RALLEN: Uh, isn't it the fact that we clearly don't like you and that we already have full-time jobs?

DYRUS: Hmph! I already said your jobs don't even pay you enough. Your rates don't even compare to what you would have if you'd only just work for me.

JEENA: *Sigh* Again with all this? We don't care about the money. We, for one, actually like our jobs.

DYRUS: HA! Like your jobs? Doesn't working alongside those pathetic do-gooders and those dirty officers bother you? Victims of cowardice, or bribery and pride?

RALLEN: As if you're any better!

Dyrus lets out a mocking laugh. Rallen and Jeena stare awkwardly.

DYRUS: In all seriousness, how much would it take for me to really sway you into working for me instead? The offer still stands.

JEENA: Ugh! I'm done! How about instead of offering money to everyone you meet, you actually make yourself worth their time?

Jeena leaves the room.

DYRUS: ... 

DYRUS: So, the girl's saying I should form connections, eh?

RALLEN: Not BUSINESS connections, she means REAL connections like friendship.

DYRUS: I knew what you meant the first time. And frankly, I don't care.

RALLEN: WOW! You know what? By the end of the week, you'll be going back to your stupid luxury mansion, having made zero friends, and then you'll die alone!

DYRUS: Hmph! We'll see about that, you dweeb!

From outside, Jeena's voice...

JEENA: Rallen! Quit wasting your time, let's get out of here!

RALLEN: Yes ma'am!

Rallen runs out of the room.

From outside...

RALLEN: That guy is such a handful...

JEENA: Tell me about it. He's worse than his less-evil twin Cyrus. Wait, they're related, right?

RALLEN:  Boy, I can't wait to get back to Kollin. What do you wanna do when we get back?

Eventually, their conversation trails off into nothing the further they go, swallowed by the noisy ambience of the work camp outside. Dyrus sits alone.

After some hours of doing nothing, Dyrus decides that he's bored and wants to go somewhere. Where does he go?