Mutant Year Zero Zone Compendium 5: Hotel Imperator

In a dimly lit room serious looking men and women sit around a long table. At the short end, a man with long silvery hair and wearing a black suit presides over the meeting. His left eye lacks both iris and pupil, the white of it tinged by an unnatural icy blue. An old machine on the table projects a photo of a scrap village on the wall. The door to the room opens, two people enter, cloaked in shadows.