Loneliness paints the walls in a careless disarray, accompanied by dust in every crevice. A few belongings fill what is often seen as a cursed place. Curtains pulled back and tossed carelessly to the floor as the window is now barren. Halls paved with desolate footsteps of souls that have long since departed. Prince Poe suffers more with news of his people being killed off by a traitor and isolates himself. Peering out the windows as he sat down at his desk, thinking deeply. “What can I do?”