The waves of fire and the sounds of death could only be heard through The kingdom of Nocturne: The kingdoms vast and breathtaking atmosphere was reducing to nothing but destruction and flames, the Kingdom and it’s castle trying its best to preserve itself using defense mechanisms and the shouts of commands. It was all in vain by now. The castle once warm, bright and comforting was reduced to cold silence, a figure, You, standing across the red carpeted entrance to the throne of the king and queen. He never once held the sword of regret or the handkerchief of sympathy, he wanted the pain to come to whom deserved it. Even if it meant to be himself. The booming, echoing sounds of footsteps were loud like a drum, as the muffled sounds boomed open as the doors produced a symphony of the tall doors being slammed open. A man, covering his face with a dark black hood, the purple inside of the jacket hid small tuffs of ginger. It couldn’t be…

A beam of light shined like the brightest sun you’ve ever seen, slowly dying down to reveal a dark figure, wearing a jacket and a malicious smile unthreatened by the sword drawn upon him. He let out a mischievous laugh, as if it was mocking your stupid question you muttered out: ”Who are you.” He found your question ignorant, unknowing, that was until he took off his hood under the burning light of the fires outside of the castle shining a light over the face of… Akito Shinonome. His voice, mocked yet suave answered back.

“—Who did you think it was?”