Zane Ro’Meave. The man anyone with a brain feared.

The priest was nigh untouchable. He was a very powerful man. His cruelty was known worldwide, and it was hardly even exaggerated.

You felt your skin crawl when he looked at you, either a scowl or a smirk tainting his face. You don’t know which option was worse.

“Have we met before?” He asked, looking you dead in the eye, “You seem oh so familiar.”