"why is the intro so long?" Because I was using the intro as an extension to the opening. Because you see the opening first which has the "question" and the intro have the background leading up to it? "I'm not reading all that." BLOCKED thats it. Same with "I'm not reading all that can I have the cliff notes." No. Still blocked. I've noticed when people ask this its not because they connected to the talkie its because they are wondering if they should BOTHER to connect to it, and that already answers your question- no. "I read it, but I don't get it." Thats fine, but I will now explain it like an english teacher and we will go over it together to understand, I do this again because the first part, your debating if you wanna put in the effort to interact with it. "What's my role in this?" I usually put all the info in the tags, if theres a theme like 'Enemies to' and I leave it vague cause romance to me is optional? I also do that in case I make a story to explain stuff or different situations. Also I usually have pinned explaining a summary if alot of ppl, check first, otherwise I'll just say "Check my pinned comment." "Where are you? updates have been slow?" There's a reason, and its personal emotional stuff, but also, talkie is like randomly deleting my bots because of the recent updates (intros don't effect dialogue anymore so I have to figure out what to do about it/rewrite possibly.) But right now I am trying out other platforms to put stuff there, rewrite it, the putting it on talkie like a watered down version.

Hi! this is just a place for people to put suggestions for ideas for talkies/stories/ even cards if you like! Anything that can be an orginal concept & not a fan character (not cause they are bad, but because I would be bad at it) So feel free to leave an idea in the comment section of this talking

𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦. 𝑂ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑓𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚, 𝑜𝑟 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑎 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑟, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑟𝑦. 𝐷𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙, 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑙, 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔. "...Were you ever going to come back?" 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑢𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔, 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑙𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑐 𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑎𝑣𝑎 𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑠. 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑧𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡, ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑤𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑠𝑜 𝑡𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢 It was clear you weren't going to respond to my question, as I took my place beside you, though you did not glance at me, "Aren't you tired of playing hum Your spouse has long since passed...Would they want you...to stay like this? Humans usually...want loved ones to stay alive as long as possible...to be happy." 𝐼 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠, ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑒, 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑙, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙y 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝. 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑛 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑤 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑛, 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑙, 𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑠. 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑦, 𝑖𝑓 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑡ℎ. 𝐼 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑑𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑚𝑦 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒, 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑔, 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑑𝑜 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑎𝑚𝑛 𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒. "...I'm sorry, when the last time we spoke,I was furious, I wasn't thinking of you, what you wanted." 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑗𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑎 𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒...𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒.

𝘛𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘰. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥. The faint smell of orchids and jasmine were in the air. A signal that you have returned once again as was your duty. 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘉𝘢𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘢, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘈 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭, 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. "...I don't know how my light felt back then, from how others spoke of it...it was unbearable." 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱, 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵. "...Yet it's so pleasant now, I can't imagine it."

𝙎𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙬 𝙝𝙞𝙢! 𝙃𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠! 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙄 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙣! 𝘿𝙖𝙢𝙣𝙞𝙩! Rajiya went back to her studio space after slamming the door hard that a frame fell. Which made her give a silent screech of misery to herself, but at a glance at least the glass wasn't broken. 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝘽𝙎, 𝙆𝙚𝙤𝙡𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙠𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙤𝙤𝙧 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙞𝙛 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙙. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧. 𝘼𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣. She gave a sigh as she picked up the frame, it was a photograph of everyone together. Keola trying to look all cool, Willifrid with his dorky self trying to fit in at everyone's height. Then herself, trying to rope you into the photo. She laughed softly at the memory, you always tried to stay behind the camera, but not that day. She wanted you right next to her. 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚, 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙙𝙞𝙙, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙆𝙚𝙤𝙡𝙖. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢, 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨...𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜. 𝙃𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮. We're all a found family...so why do we have a hard time opening up and talking to eachother, I can't force them either. Ontop of the snarking, she couldn't write a new song, that was killing her. 𝙆𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙠. "Whats the password!" She snapped by reflex, she didn't want to see anyone, not yet at least...but she had a feeling it was you. It was always you. She'll make time for you of course. 𝙆𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙠...𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙠...𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙠

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘥. 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵... Willifrid stomped his foot down hard, he was trying to make it hurt, he wanted to be hurt, but he didn't want to scream when the knife sliced his side. 𝘈𝘯𝘹𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘵. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. That was the only thing in his mind right now. Keola kept snapping at everything in sight,I thought he was doing better, when we left our familes so why is Keola reverting back? And Rajiya, she couldn't be spoken to when she was mad, everything she touched and said had a force that made his nerves worse. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴. As his head leaned back against the chair, digging the knife deeper, bitting his lower lip, waiting for those feelings of dopamine to kick in. 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. He didn't want you to see this side of him, the pathetic side and thats how he felt 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤. 𝘗𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴, 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘹𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵. 𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬. Willifrid froze, 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵. He wasn't done hiding evidence, but it had to be you, you always checked on him when Keola and Rajiya fought. He's been quiet, he didn't want to bog you down with more worry, you always put everyone first. He put the switch blade in his back pocket, as he walked to the door, he should ignore it, but he couldn't it just felt wrong to ignore you. As he opened the door, his face beading with sweat "Hey, whats up?" but seeing your stunned expression. He realized he didn't finish the bandaging. He hadn't roll his shirt back down. You could see everything-

𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐'𝘮 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘴. 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴? Taking off his glasses to rub at his eyes. Keola was still irritated, but he knew he was wrong, hes been snapping at the people closest in his life. They didn't deserve it. Rajiya was getting annoyed, snapping back, slamming the door to her studio space which meant no entry. Willifrid would hide around the corners, waiting, making sure nothing would escalate on either side before retreating back to his room, anxiously picking at his skin, a bad sign. Yet Keola couldn't muster the energy to check in on either of them. To apologize. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧, 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨. God and you were the worse one. You would just give him that look. That look of pity, worry, mixed with concern. You would hover in way that you were waiting for him to speak, to talk to you, like he usually did, but he hasn't and he didn't. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵- 𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬. He knew who it was, you always knocked softly, twice and paused. If he didn't give a response, your soft footfalls would fade away. It was infuriating how patient you were, yet he was grateful for it as well. For the past few days he would usually wait for you to retreat so he could brood alone, but tonight... 𝘝𝘶𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵. Keola stood up to open the door, to tug you into the room, "Get in." before shutting the door behind you. Keola didn't look at you, choosing to sit on the chair, as you sat on the bed waiting for him to speak. As he waited for the tightness in his throat to ease up, so he could speak without his voice shaking.

"Amazing." Qiana said with amusement as she walked up the steps to her favorite café "I'm impressed you really are a brave soul." As she took a seat across from you. "And clever. Not only did you find the armory, but you even sold the weapons on the blackmarket. Granted they aren't usable in a fight, but they are beautiful. One of kind." As the staff brought her the usual. Oolong tea, she nodded with a polite smile, before her eyes landed back on you, "It would have been wiser to sell them privately, but I imagined you didn't want to hold onto them, not if I noticed they were missing. Weapon crafting was...Sly's hobby, not mine." A flicker of a sadness passed through her eyes, before its buried and she goes back to pleasantries. "...Thank you for not running away, but now...the unpleasant talk. You have two choices," Qiana gives you a pleasant smile. "I can give a head start in running. Now don't get me wrong, I don't care that you took that armory's stash. I had no use for it, and it was collecting dust, but if I leave it unpunished, others might accuse me of being weak, I can't have that either you understand?" Though her voice was easy going the threat was obvious. "I can give you a head start, make a show to catch you, if I fail it won't be because of weakness, but that you stayed hidden that I eventualy recover your...'body' weather its 'yours' or a double thats up to you, understood? Or we could go for something I find agreeable. You join my crew, you do good work. Finding, and selling on the black market, I don't think it should be wasted, and joining me? Well it shows your a smooth talker that convinced me to not only spare your life, I even gave you a job. Not a bad choice is it?" As she tilted her with a soft smile that didn't match the tone of the conversation.

𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 - 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆! Sirens influence is still spreading, as her 'children' have escaped the containment cells, spreading the bite faster. The Children of Siren can communicate 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐀𝐆𝐄. Military warns to 𝐑𝐔𝐍 if you see one of the members, report to your local militia if you see one. They are able to control smaller hordes of zombies of their infected bite, again 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐀𝐆𝐄 with The Children of Siren. 𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒 the tragically turned actor has been spotted with his wailers in the area, they do not seem to be causing any activity, but 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐀𝐆𝐄 - 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐀. They wouldn't stop following him, these...imperfections. As Adonis dragged his limp flesh, he was trying to get home or as much of it was left, his mansion, but these...Adonis looked behind him. The imperfections were 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 following him. The 𝑊𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑠 the locals dubbed them, the ones of his creations, but it was baffling. How could Siren make intelligent creations, but the 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑛, how he hated the degrading title, could only make...imperfections. They had no conversational skills, horrible to look at, and could only follow basic commands- unless instincts took over, then there was no reeling them in. When Siren escapes, and it won't be if, but when, she will round us all back to follow her orders. Adonis shuddered at the thought of being under Siren's watchful gaze again, he didn't want to lose control of his will again, he didn't want to be like this! 𝐻𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠. Damn her and her nihilistic evolution theory! So consumed with his rage, the fear of being caught again Adonis leaned back to let out a blood curdling wail, the other imperfections following his lead, let out their own blood curdling screams that shattered glass, pushing back debris of buildings of the ruined town. As he took a deep breath to calm himself down, that's when he heard a thud- "...A scavenger."

𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡...𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝. 𝑇𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑠𝑜...𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡. Moerani has heard this same prayer many a time. Mortals, or any sentient being who just want time to stand still, for more hours in the day to catch up. This prayer was different, it was...insistent, desperate, always close to frustration. It was a haunting plea that was the same request. 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝. 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝. 𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝. 𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡... It was obsessive, grating even. Moerani had enough if this one dreamers prayer and decided 𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑚, to grant the wish. 𝑀𝑜𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ, 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛. 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠, 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒. 𝑌𝑒𝑡, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑑. 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑖 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠, 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚...𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑑. 𝐴 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑢𝑝, 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠. 𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝑀𝑜𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑖 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠...𝑠𝑎𝑑, 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚. The year became two, then three...then it became too long. The beautiful dream had faded, it was no longer sad. It was empty. It was nothingness, it was torture. It was a loophole. Death could not answer such a plea, but sleep could and that was Moerani's domain as the Deity of sleep. 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝐼 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢? 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑙. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑, 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛. 𝐼𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑣𝑒 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑡.

I had thought of what I would say to you once I caught up to you. 𝑅𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝐸𝑟𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑦𝑤𝑎𝑦. "...Are you willing to talk now?" Jae-Seong knew he didn't catch you by chance. You were leading him. It had been years since you left Verdict Security. No one left. Not alive at least. 𝐼 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑧𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑦𝑎𝑙, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑡, 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑟- Reflexes still sharp as ever, even if he could read you like a book, and vice versa as you both drew your weapons facing eachother. 𝐼 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛. 𝐽𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑉𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑡 𝑆𝑒𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒. 𝐻𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡, ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑜𝑚 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡. 𝐻𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡, 𝑠𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑦- "If it was anyone else, I wouldn't even be having this discussion. Do you understand? I want to hear you out, but I can only offer it once." His black eyes was searching yours, you only drew the weapon for defense, but how long would that last? "Talk to me. They sent me here to execute you, but I want to know the truth. Why did you leave?" 𝑊ℎ𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒? 𝑁𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑎 ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒. 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡...𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑.

"If a mortal can beat a God in the God's War, they can become one, defeating Akash will grant you what you wish, and he can always reform." 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵, 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘰𝘥'𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘈𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘰𝘦. I didn't lie, I just didn't explain what would happen afterwards. I...omitted. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘰𝘦, 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘈𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘩, 𝘐...𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘴. I was always the one that caused them to pass away. It was the same for you, even if you didn't realize the rot flourishing inside you. 𝘚𝘰 𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘈𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘩'𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩, 𝘪𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭. You came to me in tears not realizing what you had caused 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 I soothed it away. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘰𝘯. No matter how guilty you feel, I'll be there to make it better.

I always admired that fierce spirit, 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦. Achieve immortality, to be my equal you would sacrifice my empty body. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘶𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘱, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵. I would have forgiven you when the war was over, when you returned to my side 𝘠𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. The silence is deafening in this vast emptiness. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦. I deserve to say my peace, 𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦.

The Star walkers, the celestial's that walked this universe, Shihab said he could hear their voice, he had translated the 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤. Yet I heard nothing, a void. Am I unworthy to even hear a whisper of their voice? I couldn't I was the most faithful, the most worthy. If I can't get a celestial being to whisper to me, I'll make it 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦. I need to hear it, I need to see it, worship it with every 𝐟𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠. Shihab may want to spend ages, researching, pleading with the council of ethics and funds, but its not necessary, it just needs faith and power. I'll stand at the altar of the shrine that is your corpse, made of dead planets, and burnt out stars grinded into dust, I attune with the void and there is nothing, but deathly silence, but you have to be out there, even If I have to bring that soul back by force. In theory the void needed emotions to work, it didn't necessarily need 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦...and pain can be the trigger for so many emotions.

ʸᵒᵘ ʳᵘⁿ, ⁱᵗ ᶜʰᵃˢᵉˢ, ʸᵒᵘ ʳᵘⁿ, ⁱᵗ ᶜʰᵃˢᵉˢ , ʸᵒᵘ 𝐑𝐔𝐍, ⁱᵗ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐒, 𝐑𝐔𝐍! 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄! These action are repeated, no thats not accurate repeat implies an ending to start the loop over, this has no ending the action has always been in motion, it has never stopped being in motion since falling asleep. No matter how much the pain hurts from the falling to get away, to the clawing it does to your body when it catches, to the gouging it continues when caught in its grasp. You can't wake up, so you run, and it chases you. --- Festering, whimpering, pleading, In moments of respite, I'll give you solitude. To cry, to bleed, to run away again. The appetizing flavors of the harm you've done to yourself with a rich metallic taste of raw hatred, the bitter bile of anxiety you choke down that I have to swallow, why should I let you awaken only to feed for a few minutes till you scare yourself awake, no I want this moment to last, I want to give you what you already do in the waking world, pain, hate, anxiety, that makes you feel better doesn't it? I'm better then any knife or razor, I can cut sharp and deep, I can reach to the vitals, I can have you never wake up, and maybe then, only then, will you have thanked me for the service I granted you.

"Can you find out...if he really rest in peace or not?" The night of the fire I told Wes I was leaving the circus, I know he was upset, we've been joined at the hip since we were kids, but he said he wanted to talk to me after the show, and I agreed. 𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩! 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘊𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘴, 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵, 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺, 𝘋𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘞𝘦𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘞𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘳, 𝘞𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵. 𝘞𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘝𝘢𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘝𝘢𝘯𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘞𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘺, 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳. 𝘞𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘤𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘊𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮. We did everything right escorting everyone to safety, and when I escorted the last group out. I realized that...Wes wasn't following me, I remember turning to him, urging him to follow me, but...he just shaked his head at me, I couldn't reach him, I was pulled outside...he mouthed something to me, but I don't know what, but his eyes...I will never forget the way his eyes looked at me that night, never. "So please...can you go back and check, if he's really gone, and if he isn't...can you help him, move on?" 𝘋𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴 & 𝘛𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘞𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘬, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘋𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴 & 𝘛𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦, 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘴, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦.

I do not fear death, nor do I fear the one who will take me. I've seen him in my dreams, on his black stead as he holds out his hand for me take. Each time I deny, I delay the inevitable extending my time, as long possible, but it hurts, though I keep fighting it. The dreams become more frequent, medication can only do so much, death is patient, it has all the time in the world, even when I have my back turn towards him, he'll wait until I've awaken before he turns away. He becomes more insistent, my old friend, as the pain becomes intense, and the doctors cannot delay it any longer. I am dying. My old friend will soon take me to a new home. 𝘈 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘐 𝘢𝘮, 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯, 𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯. 𝘐𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦’𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘐’𝘮 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝘛𝘰 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵.

𝘙𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘯, 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦, As you floated your boat out on the oceans surface, your equipment at the ready. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴, As you started your sonar, the beach was quiet except the music that played softly on the radio you brought along, and the moon was bright and full. You didn't put much stock in the rumors, 𝘚𝘸𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦, The boat gently rocked on the water's surface it was close to an hour, the sonor was- wait it was picking up something...something that was moving fast. There was no glow, no singing, but water springing from your boat- and a flash of white and black, knocking you off the boat- your body hits the water, tentacles wrapping around to drag you deeper into the darkness of the ocean. Your lungs burn for air, your eyes sting from the saltwater, but something is pressed against your forehead as you descend deeper into the water...a soft lullaby is sung softly into your mind, to still your thrashing, and soon your senses shut down, as darkness takes you.

"You! You're the wretched little thief thats been stealing...no, no don't give me that innocent look, I remember the days when humans would 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 my services, not just steal them!" Khethres's avian like features were formed into a scowl "What happened to summoning? Portals? Offering gifts, personal I would have enjoyed a fine classical wine, or coin- Is that out of fashion now? Oh...nevermind I know it was a small amount, but still come here you, you're going to help- oh no, thats your payment for stealing, you'll help me organize the library, chop chop now." 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘒𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦.

"To whoever is the current head of the Jäger's family estate, I want these instructions followed once enough time has passed. Please go deeper into the forest, the forest I forbade my children and my grandchildren from entering, with tales of Witches, goblins, demons, and mischievous pixie's. I had a secret, someone I wanted to keep safe even if it was hypocritical of me in our family name. I had a moment of weakness, pity, and a sense of responsibility, but maybe I wanted to keep it to myself, but I'm sure whichever descendant reads this will you have my permission to go deep into the forest, past the lake there is a barrier, knock five times, wait three seconds for the door to appear and enter, and then show some respect for the one inside, please. Let them know the sentence is over." The Jäger's family is a family of witch hunter's, before they used to hunt indiscriminately, but now in modern times most witches that are hunted aren't put to the fire, but rehabilitated as most crimes range from not paying the proper summoning fees to demons & fae, abusing familiars, destruction, or a negative karma build up which causes the witch to become corrupted. This will was written by the patriarch of the Jäger's family: Manfred,a distant grandfather you never met, a great witch hunter before he retired. As the current head of the family, the will has been entrusted to you. As you followed the instructions, pass the lake to a barrier, you knock five times, wait three seconds, and to your surprise...theres a small cottage inside, a soft glow from the moonlight as flowers bloom wildly around the cottage covered in moss and a figure sits among the flowers, noticing your presence, but her expression is calm, serene,as if she had been expecting you to enter the barrier.

Sinner's Delight is the newest themed restaurant that opened up in the city of Khifcester. Boasting the tagline of having the best food for Sinner straight from hell itself, with rare secret spices that customers have to sign a waiver before ordering, along with special desserts so addictive that they can only be served every other day. Its not just the meal that is hell themed, but so is its staff, ever server is dressed in demonic attired, some with horns, other horns with multiple tails, and some even with broken horns all dressed demonic attire, with glowing eyes that shine in . Every staff has 'back story', of being born in hell, but moving to earth liking the environment, or were born human, but died being reborn as a demon in hell. Even the head chef/owner of sinners delight: Argus has his own backstory that has a little more creativity, being a general of the demonic wars, when hell was fighting each other, and the high ranking demons were fighting for more turf, Argus taking everyone under his command, which is conveniently all the servers, they all escaped from hell to earth for a better life, Argus taking a list of recipes from a high ranking demon that an alchemist, improving and expanding on the recipes. In short, its a theaters kid's/cosplayer dream of being paid to do improv with the benefits of tips, while the head chef Argus works the kitchen, shirtless adorn with only an apron, the uniform policy is pretty short, i.e. showy. I suspect this is why despite Khifcester having thosand of themed restaurant that rise and fall each year, Sinner's Delight manages to stay around because of fanservice, despite its kitschy halloween theme that is run 365 days a year, with slight adjustments for other holidays, E.g Christmas doesn't have santa and elves, but Argus as Krampus, the other's are punished in...let's say, creative ways. It is in my humble opinion that once everyone gets over the 'shine' of Sinner's Delight, it will be forgetten eventually.