'We at the Council of Light believe that you have hacked your player information', stated the blonde, winged player. The rest of the council, their faces hidden in the hoods of their long white robes that they all wore, muttered in agreement. 'For this', he continued,'you shall be punished'. 'Agreed!', came the chorus of council members. The blonde player raised his arm in the air, then brought it down, his open palm facing Seen, the arm encircled in glowing green and blue light. 'Wait!', Seen spoke, backing up a few steps,'what are you-' 'It will all be over in a second', smirked the council leader. A burst of light shot forth from the player's palm, just about to hit Seen...

The player sat up in her bed and breathed heavily. It had only been a dream... hadn't it? She could not rest.

Seen logged in to Prontera. It was night, so there were only a few players on. A novice walked up to her. 'Hi, can you help me?', he asked. 'No', replied Seen. 'Please?', he begged. 'No', Seen replied once again. 'Pretty please? I just need a little help-', he began. Without thinking, Seen lashed out at the novice, slicing his throat with one katar. He fell over, dead. But... how? Player Killing is not an option outside of PVP. Unless... this 'Adria' was right. She had somehow made Seen stronger. Able to break the rules. Seen liked this very much. This was indeed the ultimate power she had been seeking. And so, that night, Seen ran about the town, killing innocent players; Guardian following the whole time, having no idea that its master was a now player to fear.

The same alcolyte from the other day walked up to Seen. 'Good job', she spoke,'you're a real assassin now. Those players were no problem, were they?' 'Would you like me to show you how I defeated them?', asked Seen slyly. 'No thanks', replied the alcolyte,'by the way you can call me Kirere. I have the feeling we will meet again. See you later!' And Kirere warped out, without giving Seen a chance to claim another victim.