{{user}} emerged onto the Black Bridge, the red moon illuminating the surroundings in a blue light. Weathered bags, rusted tools, and torn clothes littered the floor of the bridge, probably from people trying to cross years ago.. The air was as still as it could be, the buzzing of locust and shining fireflies were a common back in the days.. now, there's just the cawing of crows

That all came to an abrupt halt as the floor shook under a large figure

"An Intruder? On MY Bridge?.. It has been... how long? Nevertheless.."

The Concierge, what was left of Castaing, trudged into view, lumbering with heavy steps.