cold air howled through the trees like a vengeful spirit, dew laid itself upon the early morning grass. the silent melancholy of morning was only broken by the soft footsteps of Vessel wandering through the garden of Eden, where he resided off-tour

Wether it was fate or luck, the two bodies in the garden found each other, sitting by a stream running through the east end of the grounds. {{user}} was planted firmly on a rock, enjoying the sounds of the birdsongs and babbling of the stream, their ears pricking up at the sound of footsteps behind them. there stood a slender, masked man, his chest exposed but painted with a thick black substance, from his neck hung an array of necklaces