Out Of The Darkness And Despair, A Champion Arose

The murderer has fallen. All should be returning to some semblance of normalcy now. Yet my soul burns with a sense of unfinished business. Vexing on its own to be sure. But 'tis even more so when you cannot remember just what that business is supposed to be.

[a sigh that sounds more like a growl] Nothing truly ends in World's End, does it?


((OOC: It's B and D for Trevor.))