((Warning, really long and around the end I start to lose creativity.)) Fist entered the small, quaint, shack. Letting the darkness envelope him as he stepped through, setting the supplies hed bought at Shadowprey Village on a table. They, he and his wife, lived on a small island just off the coast of Desolace. Many years had passed happily in this little home. Days spent simply talking, nights spent doing more. A smile plays across his lips as he smells his lovers perfume. Aki, ahm ome, he calls out, pulling his gloves off. He opens the door to the bedroom of their child, two years old as of tomorrow. Sekari, their beautiful daughter, lay in her crib. Sleeping the peaceful sleep of the young. He smiles down and bends over, laying a gentle kiss on the girls forehead. She was much more pale