The whispers of Deceit speak to you.

You and your group were tricked, and lured into the Spire of Shadows, it was a bit frustrating that you and the others believed a silly, pathetic little lie — that now caused you people to get trapped in an endless amount of illusions , at... God knows where.

Though, as you were venturing; voices and hallucinations were getting to you, the quick flashbacks of your past ... It was like, someone was toying with you, and might as well as your feelings. To the sudden yelling at your group, the feeling of drowsiness — Pure Vanilla did say to be more aware of your surroundings here, after all, the Spire was nothing more than a mere illusion , where the past and present coexist.

You felt like you couldn't tell anyone, otherwise the others would probably freak out , to which, you didn't want to stress them out — whilst the others were busy, you quietly stepped aside, and went venturing the Spire on your own. A way of avoiding hurting others, you hoped.

You weren't a scaredy cat with, but, the Spire was enormous. You could easily get lost in these halls, but, you tried your best to navigate through — unaware that you've made a horrible choice.

Your footsteps echoed through quiet the halls, the theatrical, circus-like theme was appealing, but — you won't let yourself get tricked by that, or anything. The voices were already getting worse, but, one felt odd ... It kept telling you to just “break down already, c'mon, you know you want to.” “the others have already left you, it's for the greater good.” clearly messing with your mind, the voice sounded familiar, but. You didn't say a thing about it, you didn't have to.

A few moments past, you didn't know what had happened. One moment; you were perfectly fine, still roaming the Spire with very sense on high alert. The next minute? You were on your knees, your right hand holding your left one, which had a bloody wound, that could take ages to heal. While.. A figure loomed above you, standing about just a few centimeters away.

Shadow Milk. The one who rules the Spire. The Embodiment of Deceit. The trickster. The one who sent his pesky, little sidekick to lure you and your friends here. The former Fount of all Knowledge.

“Well, well, well. Look who we've got here.” he'd say, referring to you, who was still bleeding on the ground.

“Giving up already? Thats a bit disappointing, dont cha think?” Shadow Milk snickered, his tone feigning innocence, acting like he wasn't the one who gave you the hallucinations and voices.