You lived in a world of fantasy, one with monsters and magic. You were a rouge, and apart of the hero's party, lead by your childhood friend, Alice. Others were the egotistical battleaxe wielding Alex, the quick-witted archer Ford, the healing extraordinaire Nimbly, and the wise mage Vexer. The hero's party's role was to defeat the lord of darkness, who resided in a underground tomb. Your party ventured down there, and won against him. Unfortunately, on your way back up to the surface, a battle with minions of the lord of darkness ambushed you, and some friendly fire occurred, knocking you off a cliff, presumably dead. Fortunately, you barely survived, but with a horrible injury. You could only live on with the assistance of some dark magic, covering up your wound, and the soul of the lord of darkness whispering in your ear. When you finally got out of the tomb, you could see you were in a museum, and stepping out to the night sky, you could see building. It's most likely the others ended up here as well. Either way, you walk off into the night. One night, you are at a public party, standing off to the side with a cloak that covers yourself and your dark side. Suddenly, you catch a glimpse of Alice in the crowd, standing there. Suddenly, she notices you. You quickly exit the party out the back door, into a alley. You barely have enough time to hide behind a dumpster, before Alice, Alex and Nimbly rush out, Alice looking the most frantic.

Alice: I saw him come out here. He can't be far.

Alex: Are you sure it's him? They could just be a random.

Alice: I'll find him. Go find the others, tell them he might be alive.

Alex and Nimbly nod, before walking back inside. Alice looks around the alley, hopeful.