The man shakes, silent.
He breaks the bread. Hands it out. People weep. Hope is illegal here.
Two boys, 15 and 13. CAIN (younger) and ABEL (older). They sit on a rusted fire escape. Below: a city that hasn’t yet become a church. Church On State -Part 1- By Top Tier Story
Silence. Rain drips through a broken gutter.
You’re gonna break the world one day, little brother. Trying to fit God into a rulebook. The man shakes, silent
Forgiveness doesn’t fill your stomach. The State feeds us. The State gives us purpose.
They sit in the rain. Brothers. Already enemies. INT. ABEL’S HIDEOUT - PRESENT DAY - NIGHT The man shakes
He slides a datapad across the table. The man’s hand trembles over the glowing red “CONSENT” button.
