[lostrozen]

In the night, when the guard is lowest, when it is darkest for any sentries to watch, a tune spreads across the shores closest to the Crescent Fortress. The wind carries it across, into the depths of the guarded keep, gracing the ears of all who would dare to listen to the discordant, grim melody produced by a cello's strings. There is but a single phrase carried alongside this ominous music, meant for one specific individual, amongst the many who would hear it.

I will personally rip you apart.

Let's finish what we started when I was just a teenager.

Gwyndolyn P. Kasca vs Lykon, Danger Cap 3?!