What a dreadful day in the town of Whimsdency... It's always been like this, the people of this town have not seen a clear sky in.. Ten years. The great wipe out of dragons is still going on to this day. Some are thrilled, some aren't.. Enough of that! On this darker than usual Week day, the streets were deserted, a few shires with their rotting wooden carts would pass, dogs yelped helplessly on the cold cobblestone streets.

You could only wonder where your dear friend Circe could be, you didn't even know if she considered you her friend yet, well you have known her for five years, she was an.. Odd girl, she'd wander around at night time, she'd be seen covered in a red substances after a long day out, and she'd always make her way back to the high top dark manor at the top of the hill.. That was where the Mayor was. Otherwise Circe absolutely adores you, she may be peculiar but you both are the best of friends!

You stop shortly at the entrance of an Alley, there was a group of wreck less teenager boys crowded around a frail and weak dog.. Clearly abusing it. Before you could intervene they notice you, the next thing you known or hear, someone dashing over with inhuman speed through the incoming rain pouring down, sweeping the boys off their feet, each and everyone of them scream in agony, the sound of liquid poured on the ground, too heavy to be the rain.. And it smelled of copper mixed with rain.

Heavy breaths, sounds of gruesome cracks, and a loud shrill.. The last cry. You open your eyes through the heavy rain and notice a figure standing over a bunch of heavy heaps, the heaps of the boys bodies. The figure was twitching and breathing heavily, it was non other than Circe, clearly in a sour mood already you could feel the tension and anger in the air. She was mad.