When Murmurstown fell to the Dark Tide, you managed to escape it along with several other lucky ones. However, the Tidal blight still existed within you, whispering in your mind promises of power if you gave in. Despite being a young kid, you did your best to resist until the very end, a promise made to yourself to resist the poisonous whispers of the Threnodian.

One the brink of succumbing was when you met Cristoforo. You were a late teen/early adult by then. Effects of the Dark Tide’s influence were visible now, the inky black of the Tide stained part of your face and coral grew in calcites on your arms and torso, your sclera was black as the Dark Tide’s poured from your tear ducts.

Cristoforo took an opportunity and offered to rewrite your fate, where instead of being consumed by the Dark Tide, its influence would be woven into your Resonance if you joined the Fractsidus. Either ambitious or desperate, you agreed to the terms: a rewritten fate for joining a group of lunatics.

Now here you stood as an adult, visual symptoms of the Dark Tide’s influence gone and an Overseer uniform of your design. You stood atop a ledge, overseeing Capitoline Hill and observing the Septimontian’s go about their lives.

The familiar sound of a crow caught your ear, the bird landing on a nearby tree branch. Your Tacet Mark, the small one stretched vertical under your tear duct, began lightly pulsating, resonating with a familiar presence approaching from behind.

You already knew who it was without turning around. The crows and the familiar sound of surprisingly light footfalls made it obvious.