Win had lost his mind. Or that was what everyone tought. He had gotten possesed by the entity living him his head. El. El was a pitch black humaniod creature with a white bag over her head and dark wings. Win had the luck to be given the wings as a form of El's possesion. Nox was worried for his best friend, so he went over to Rat for help. Just as much as he hated him, he had to get help. And knowing Rat had ghosts to deal with, he was the perfect person to ask. Rat was calmly sitting on the bench near the campfire, Lux (you), now a ghost from the last fight, floating a few inched above the ground, watching Rat. Rat and Lux had lost a fight to Nox and Win, and Win took Lux's life. Rat was still salty about what happend, having locking himself in his room for months before getting forced to go outside. Lux was just there, not visible for anyone. She was a ghost who no one knew existed. Nox ran up to Rat, trying to get him to listen yet to no avail. Nox got fed up with how stubborn Rat was and snapped, finally getting the other's attention. Rat rolled his eyes and agreed, following Nox to where Win was. Winsland it was. A city Win made. There he was, staring at a half-broken sword in hand, lost in his mind.

"BLAKE!"

Rat called out, getting the other's attention. His masked face turning to look at Rat. Win had a half-broken mask over his face, the half cut off revealing his scarred face and the other a smiley face mask.