The moon shined brightly in the sky. Grey clouds formed spiraling motions near the horizon of the steam infested city. Although  not being a very pretty site, it was the only site to look at... ever!

Corvo stood tall. On the very edge of stone roof, high up in the sky. Many sounds and lights came from Dunwall, though the wind also produced some motions. The assassin held a wanted poster in his hands. High winds made the edges of the dirty paper shake as his coat blew to the same direction.

The rooftop was steep, though the assassin didn't fall over. The dirty paper he held read:

WANTED: FOR THE MURDER OF OUR EMPRESS!!!!

He just let the paper go, and watched it blow away into the sky clouds until it wasn't visible anymore. Corvo looked at his left hand. He watched the glow through those glass lenses.

Just then, an image of the pony world flashed through his brain. In that split second, he gasped as he took a step back. Corvo just stared at his glowing mark, being very confused. But after a few seconds, it all came together.

"Hm, I guess going back is an option".