Keith sat silent on a plastic foldable chair, in one of the unfinished upper floors of a building still in construction. Slivers of silvery white light invaded the dusty floor, creating crisscrossed lines on the dark floor. The unfinished room was also partially seen thanks to the light.

Too often though, the lights were broken and distorted by wriggling bodies tied up with duct tapes. Those captive people were still very much alive, but weak from being beaten repeatedly prior before. Dried blood and bruises decorated their gagged faces as they lost the energy to move any more than a tiny squirm.

Keith took a long pull from his cigarette and threw it on the floor, squashing it with the tip of his shoe. He looked at his digital watch and pressed the light button to illuminate the time. He merely got up and brushed his pants off the dust from the less than sanitary environment.

"You know....," he began addressing the people of the floor. He let out a sigh as he reached into his jacket and pulled out a metal object that glinted brilliantly from the moonlight.

"...it's really nothing personal. I didn't capture and beat up all of you because I want to. I need you. All of you. Your life will be used as a catalyst for a better existence for the world."

He pulled the trigger after carelessly aiming at someone's head. Muffled screams and increased movements from the bound people on the floor made Keith felt calm and peaceful. He pulled the trigger again. And again. And when he was finished, he calmly reloaded the revolver slowly and repeated the process.

When the grisly deed was over, he scooped up a healthy amount of blood from the bodies and began to draw a large circle of power nearby. He took time with his work. Not merely taking blood pooled on the floor, but sometimes scooping it from the blown heads from a few of his sacrificial lambs.

The circle was completed. He stowed away his large Colt Anaconda and muttered the words of power slowly under his breath. A strong wind blew as the crimson circle of blood glowed brightly. It was so unnatural and gory, it was beautiful at the same time.

Inside the circle, reality shifted as it turned red and rippled as if intense heat was present, even though it wasn't. From the bloody pool a large black figure rose up slowly and his mount fidgeted with slight agitation as it carried its large and armoured master. Keith wasn't the least bit surprised nor disappointed at the apparent lack of a head from his Servant. By right he knew that this should be Rider, but deep down, he knew that it wasn't.

Painful lines etched on the back of his hand as his command spell was carved by unseen knives. He smiled at the newcomer to this world and opened up his arms, as if to embrace it.

"Welcome..... Berserker."