I was amazed. A single stray bullet, a bullet meant for me, had brutally executed him.
A tale of princesses, forests, moons, and heroes; a picturesque story full of potential, but left open, as though the ending is unwritten.
It comes together like a well-oiled machine, gear teeth threading seamlessly into the next.
Either run missions for the good of their city, or are left to rot quietly in their cells.
The only color comes from the gentle drifting of green and black from the opposite wall of the cell, whose giant display is simply a large, black eye.