Halsin grimaced, skin itching from the sheer wrongness of this place. Darkness seemed to pervade the very basis of the land.

This place wasn’t helping. Moonrise Towers was filled with dark individuals. Half of them had already told {{user}} that Halsin should have been killed when the opportunity presented itself—the other half had wished that he’s been turned over with the rest of the spoils of war.

Just what he needed—more violent thoughts in {{user}}’s head.