"The abbot. That vile man is our father?" Maria's voice is pained and quiet as she tries to process the fact that the abbot, the man that makes night creatures for the devourer of light, is your father. All this time the two of you didn't know, because your mother wanted to keep you safe.

"How did mum keep this from us? I-" Maria's hands ball into fists, her face scrunching up as she stops in the forest outside your home.

"How could she keep this from us?"