Roxas

You find yourself standing on a rusty, rail-less bridge connecting two round stained glass platforms. You can’t make out the details from your vantage point, but both seem to have been the sites of a bloodbath. Mangled bodies lie sprawled across the glass. On the platform to the left, a scaffold has been erected overlooking the carnage. On the right platform, rows of chairs have been set out, with an indistinct audience looking on in apparent disinterest.