"This damn city took everything from me...!"

The death of his wife, his unborn son, his promised future in the Nest... Roland was driven to madness. His one source of comfort in the cruelty of The City was snuffed out so easily, and he felt like he could never recover. His heart was torn asunder. Roland donned his black mask and took upon his late-wife's gloves, assuming her title as The Black Silence.

To The City, he shall lash out and shed blood, for that is all he knows he could do now: to wreak havoc, and to spread his misery.

Roland is surrounded by the cadavers of his recent victims, seeking the answers of why he had to suffer. Why his wife had to be taken from him. Blood drips from his sword, Durandal. Though his face is obscured, you can tell that the masked man is now looking your way. How unfortunate of you to stumble upon this mess.

"Don't get in my way..."