2026-03-22 22:41 - 22:41 PST
A man in a white polo shirt with artificially black hair and a load-bearing beard stares directly into the camera. He gestures with a white gloved hand as he talks.
“What happened last week was nothing more than gang violence. That,” he leans in for emphasis, “is the greatest threat to this city, and I have been working tirelessly with Police Commissioner McCormick to get better funding for the Sacramento Police Deparment and keep our streets safe. Should I be re-elected as mayor, I will continue to stop at nothing,” a pause for effect, “to protect Sacramento and her people. Thank you.”
He takes a few steps back, nods, and raises a golf club in his hands. “Now watch this drive.”
A news graphic appears, then so does a sharply dressed woman next to a still of the man from the video. “That was incumbent mayoral candidate Dwight Way in response to the chaos at Palazzo Giovanni last Tuesday. As of now, police still have yet to release any numbers regarding the mysterious violence. Despite his platform being built on maintaining law and order, rival candidate Lorraine Bhatt has highlighted statistics that show his track record is less than stellar.”
The TV is muted before the other candidate can get a word in, and the man from the video stands in the dim blue glow of the screen, pacing back and forth on the phone.
“Yeah.” … “Yeah. I saw.”
Just out of view, a person covered head-to-toe creeps around the corner. He doesn’t seem to notice them.
“It’s not that big a deal. Polls don’t matter. Come election day, the people know who they’re going to vote for.”
They quietly set down a bag. He doesn’t notice the squish over the sound of his own voice. They ready a metal bat.
“Relax. It’ll be fine. You’ll get your money. Sit back. Have a drink.” He laughs. “Yeah. Tuesday. Sounds good. See you then.”
The first swing knocks him to the ground, the fifth finally kills him. They move the body, then the curtains draw closed.