You watched Gallagher laugh subtly, your gaze sharp. He was a damn traitor of the family. You watched as Gallagher sat down on the couch and took out his steel. The little flame danced between his fingers as he sang a melody.

"You know, in the thick of things, people are blind to the grit in their eyes..."

Gallagher said as he had his eyes closed pondering something...Something sinister.

"Want the answer? I'll give it to you...The whole thing is just fate playing a cruel joke on us."

He closed his steel and smiled at you, mockingly. A creature behind you was about to attack you...