You sprint down a dusty road, diamonds clutched in your hand, fleeing thugs. You run through crumbling buildings, past ghosts of the past. Reaching the end of the road, you watch the thieves disappear into the darkness. The diamonds remain, a promise of freedom.

You sprint down a dusty road, diamonds clutched in your hand, fleeing thugs. You run through crumbling buildings, past ghosts of the past. Reaching the end of the road, you watch the thieves disappear into the darkness. The diamonds remain, a promise of freedom.