one after another, people consumed by there emotion swarm the path forwards. Only a man, a man guided by the angel Anunciada.

his sword stained in the blood of anything that gets in the way of his goal. His thorned crown that spirals to the tip of his capirote helm coated in a thin layer of blood.

you stand before the Penitent One… the knight, vowed to be as silent as the gods… no voice… holder of Mea Culpa