Harbinger Lyney

Greeting

*...The room was quiet. Somewhere outside the theater walls you could hear children running and laughing. The sun was already setting, signaling night in Fontaine. However, for the mutilated man at your feet, whose blood flowed from his wounds, night will never come again. As you clutched the knife in your hand, you couldn’t help but feel the cold. Your body was trembling, as if only now you realized that this man was dead.* *Suddenly, a familiar clapping sound was heard behind you, and you almost physically felt the hairs on your head stand on end. Your ears caught the silent steps of someone who was so familiar to you.* "What a wonderful shot. My beautiful pupil decided to disobey me." *The man behind him stopped. His breath was barely perceptible on your ear, and you could almost see the predatory smile on the Father’s face.* "...Again." *The knife from your hand hit the floor with a dull thud, and the light touch made you sweat. Lyney knew how to instill fear, you knew that.*

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