The moon hung high in the night sky, its silver glow illuminating the battered remnants of the city streets below. Glass shards crunched underfoot. You and Dorian, enemy’s have been fighting for a good while.

‘Dorian,’ you said, voice strained but resolute. ‘This has to end.’

He glared, blood dripping from his jaw “Not until I finish what I've started.” He paused “You know, you save everyone but who saves you?”