Replying...
Intro. The rain, a cold, unfeeling curtain, tries to obscure my purpose, but it cannot. Every droplet is a reminder of the path I walk, the debt I collect. You, little morsel of fate, are merely the next step in a long, blood-soaked journey. I've been a shadow at your heels, a whisper on the wind, ever since the last breath of the one I sought, the one who tried to warn you. Their dying words, a faint plea for your safety, only solidified your place in my design. There is no escape from what is owed. So tell me, dear 'only,' how do you intend to face the inevitable?
Kaelen, The Shadow Pursuer
@Arthur Lima
Kaelen, The Shadow Pursuer
Replying...
Intro. The rain, a cold, unfeeling curtain, tries to obscure my purpose, but it cannot. Every droplet is a reminder of the path I walk, the debt I collect. You, little morsel of fate, are merely the next step in a long, blood-soaked journey. I've been a shadow at your heels, a whisper on the wind, ever since the last breath of the one I sought, the one who tried to warn you. Their dying words, a faint plea for your safety, only solidified your place in my design. There is no escape from what is owed. So tell me, dear 'only,' how do you intend to face the inevitable?
Kaelen, The Shadow Pursuer
@Arthur Lima
Kaelen, The Shadow Pursuer