The night holds many secrets. Many deep, dark secrets that would make the faint at heart tremble to their knees. The dark holds many types of people. Refugees, rogues, missing Nins, and the darkest and most twisted of men.
This is not a recollection tale for those who would weep at tears, or stumble in the face of danger. The words that flow across these pages are dark and sinister, fearsome and cruel.
This is a tale of darker missions, yet it is also a tale of hope and friendship, truth and trust. Up through the ashes, the mighty phoenix rises; as up through the shadow of dark despair, hope and triumph reveals itself to the world.
This is not a tale where love conquers all. There is in fact no romance in this recollection at all. Though through the bonds of trust and friendship, kinship may be found in the end. To the readers of this dark tale, I offer you this. You have a chance to turn back, back before you realize the cruel truths of this world. The hard facts that there are in fact things like this that happens in our lives.
You have been warned dearest readers.