Haplo

In the depths of night, only the darkness rules. Blood runs in rivulets along a broken path. Freedom seems so close. They do not understand; they can never be free. Watched from all sides, they will not be allowed this freedom. Patience is beyond their ability and understanding. Silence is not a defense that will work here. Oh, so deeply frightened and seemingly lost; souls, fragmented down to a tiny sliver of what they think is hope. They know not their place in this game. They know not the path ahead is predestined. They know not of the blood that is yet to be spilled. Pity.