Macabre was alone on the deck. The sun had not yet risen, but he couldn't sleep. He tried to meditate, but something was bothering him. He knew exactly what was. He remebered that day. When, after hearing his guardian getting murdered and the sound of wood burning, he saw his village into flames. The villagers that weren't killed were taken as prisioners. At the time, he thought that was his fault, for being weak and for hiding himself instead of fighting. Later, he realized it wasn't. That's why he had to break Vladimir's hellish claws once and for all. Karen: (yawns) Uncle? Can't sleep?