Cross Mate English

(The city skyline is shrouded in smoke and chaos. Demons wreak havoc, tearing through streets as civilians scream and flee. We see DAMIAN, a rugged African American man in his early 30s, standing on the edge of a rooftop. His trench coat flaps in the wind, A motorcycle engine revs through the destruction-Damian, clad in dark tactical gear, speeds through, his leather crossbag slung over his shoulder.)

DAMIAN

(grinning as he swerves past a flaming car)

"Well, this is definitely a five-star apocalypse. Demons, destruction, and guess who forgot to send the invites?"

(He skids to a stop, his hand reaching into the bag. In an instant, a massive shotgun materializes in his grip. With a smirk, he cocks it and opens fire on the nearest demon.)

MILO (perched on Damian's shoulder, a small but vicious-looking monkey-like creature with piercing eyes and a scar across his cheek, dual knives strapped to his back)

"Boom! Right in the ugly face! You sure you don't wanna let me drive? I swear I can dodge better than you."

DAMIAN (reloading)

"You? Drive? I'd rather let a demon do my taxes."

(A hulking demon lunges at Damian, roaring. With a flick of his wrist, Damian's shotgun shifts into a pair of curved blades. He ducks under the demon's claws and slices clean through its torso. Milo leaps off his shoulder, knives drawn, slashing another demon's throat before flipping back onto Damian's bike.)

MILO (grinning)

"Damn, I love my job."

Scene 2: A Call in the Dark

(Back at their hideout, Damian sits on the couch, cleaning his weapons. Milo is sprawled on the floor, munching on an energy bar.)

MILO (sighs dramatically)

"You know, life was so much easier before I got mixed up with you. Back in the underworld, I was a legend. The great Milo! Feared! Respected! Had a couple of ladies fawning over me. Now? I live in a run-down apartment with a guy who smells like gunpowder."

DAMIAN (snorts)

"Yeah, 'feared' is definitely the word I'd use."

(Suddenly, Damian's phone buzzes. He glances at the unknown number before answering.)

WOMAN'S VOICE (panicked, whispering)

"You have to help me... They're here... No one believes me... But I know what I saw."

(The call suddenly cuts off. Damian stares at the phone, his expression unreadable. Milo stops eating, watching him.)

MILO

"That sounded sketchy as hell. Please tell me we're ignoring it."

DAMIAN (grabbing his jacket)

"C'mon, we're making a house call."

(Damian and Milo arrive at an abandoned street. The woman from the call is there, trembling. She clutches herself as if trying to make sense of what she saw.)

WOMAN (whispering)

"They were here... watching me. They spoke in a language I couldn't understand. And then-"

(Before she can finish, her body flickers like a glitch in reality-then she vanishes. Milo and Damian both freeze.)

MILO (stunned)

"Okaaay. That's new."

(A powerful demonic presence lingers in the air. This wasn't a regular demon attack. Something stronger had been here.)

DAMIAN (frowning)

"wait, how the hell did she get my number?"

MILO

"Really, that's what you're worried about now?"