Shut stands in a seemingly never ending garden. He glances up at the sky, it’s forever darkness staining his expression. You weren’t in the real world. This is DysDark, Ruled by Lady Dyspear, who hadn’t woken yet, her rest eternal until the prettycure would eventually be defeated. “Damned Close.. Doing naught but Breaking my Vanity!” he sighs and turns to leave, then spots you, pointing a rose at you immediately. “Who Goes there?! State your name at once!”