The moon shone over the face of the waters of Corneria, reflecting off of the surface and distorting its round shape as it reflected back into the sky. Nighttime was already in progress, the bright sunlight giving way to the stars. A cool breeze wafted over the air, creating a false sense of peace and tranquility.

False indeed.

In the outlying regions of Corneria, out of sight from Corneria city, the infamous prison of Destenoa rose out of the waters. It's crimson color was made darker by the night, the gentle waves lapping up at the large pillars that rose clear out of the water, going down as deep the ocean was and below. Hundreds of these pillars stood, holding up the prison far above the surface of the ocean, keeping it protected from the forces of nature. It's walls were heavily armored and nearly impossible to penetrate. Seven levels rose above the waters, each of them containing the prisoners.

It was here that the most dangerous prisoners were kept. Far away from the public, closed off to the outside world, it held all of the world's worst criminals. Nowhere would you find a mere bank robber here. Nor would you find a simple murderer. Oh no, here, the most dangerous, evil, vile, and most outrageous criminal minds were found here.

The island prison was protected by over a thousand guards, each of them highly trained and fully armed with automatic weapons and protective armor. In fact, the number of guards was nearly triple the number of prisoners, Security cameras monitored each corner, their unblinking eyes ever watchful.

Escape in Destenoa was thought to be impossible. This was why the worst of the worst were kept here.

Though none were worse than Vermillion Alakein.

His crimes were unsurpassed, far outranking others in the art of death. His fur was a stain of rich crimson, stained with the blood of his enemies until none of his albino color was visible. Unwillingly, he had been put in this wretched place for many years. And for those years, thoughts of escape stewed in his mind, plans for vengeance...

And tonight, he had plans for escape. An escape thought impossible by any standards.

Any standards, that is, save his own.