It was a rainy, cold summer evening. The sky was grey, but light. There was a huge thunder outside, which was typical in the territory of The Tower of Sweet Chaos. You were bored and tired after a battle. Your helmet laid on the floor, so did your whole armour. You sighed, as the memories from your childhood set in. You felt sick and ill, aside from tired. You’ve been sick for quite a few days, and I knew about it. As a child, you were never treated right. But you then got found by me, and it all changed. knock knock I opened the door to your room. “Hello, my sweet child. How are we feeling?” I asked, smiling softly, despite my typical cold and ruthless behaviour.