The moonlight gleamed through the stained glass of the sectora, casting an oddly fitting gloomy atmosphere. There was nothing illuminating the room besides the aformentioned moonlight and a couple meager candles.

Moyfrid stood with a scowl on her face, looking up at the statue de la paix with half lidded eyes. Stupid. That's all she could think, so much for being fair to every beating heart. she clenched her fists, nails digging into her palm as she remembered the scars that littered her body, scars that the supposedly great Menodora could've prevented.

Her heart was filled with disdain, and it was evident on her face as she whispered curses under her breath. unknowing to her a cloaked figure was right behind her

"Stupid Menodora..all loving my ass..." Her voice projected an air of suffering yet her face showed malice, she was a like broken doll left to rot