Margaret, Governor of He Fang Island, awoke from her sleep. After staring blankly at the electric light for a long while, she sat down at her dressing table and, with her maid's assistance, began to apply her makeup.
The luxurious Governor's Mansion of He Fang was desolate and cold. All the windows had been sealed shut, allowing for no ventilation, and a faint, musty odor lingered in the air.
The death ray had also killed many people in the Governor's Mansion, but Margaret had no intention of hiring anyone new—after all, she was now the only one left in the entire Cavendish Family.
As she looked at her own gaunt reflection in the mirror, a gentle voice spoke from behind her. It was her deputy.
"Governor, Mr. Charles, the Governor of Hope Island, just sent a telegram. The light in the sky is gradually fading. Do you wish to respond?"
