Sweet Prince of Love

I did not ask, listeners, to be placed into this quarrel with this man, who has also brought with him a boy of about middle school age that holds an incredibly strong aura. He says the boys name is Mob. Mob reminds me of my son, Esteban, if he was as old as him. I hope I will not have to fight him as well— I do not know many things about this fight, this dance of two in which only one will emerge, but I do know this. Behind this title, an invisible trophy of history stands still in its glory and I intend to take it.

Tonight, listeners, an invisible titan hangs above us. My husband, Carlos, who you might know is a scientist, said he would be taking the night off to root for me. He is now outside, in town square, talking to this Reigen Arataka.

Night Vale is quiet. Everything is waiting just for us, to see who will stand unscathed, and who will loose their chance to grasp victory.