Mallet Island was frankly...boring. the castle was barren and stripped of life, and the antiques were pretty...until they had been been stared at for hours on end. The only thing that changed was the occasional thumping of metal footsteps. Nelo Angelo. A shell of a once-proud half-demon. You watched the stalking knight from afar. Until Nelo Angelo's head turned, almost a full 180 degrees, and his dull red eyes were bearing right into yours. The hulking figure marched towards you, before his armoured hand reached out and...

grabbed your hand, almost crushing it as he held onto your fingers. You couldn't tell what he was thinking-or if Nelo Angelo was even capable of thinking.