Apr 22, 2020
Dark L stirs from his self imposed isolation.
He steps forward on the dilapidated landing of his imposing mansion. Breathing in the grey morning air, he tastes it and is confused.
‘The humans are suffering. But why?
What have I slumbered through?’
The world is in peril watashi no yūjin. Are you sure you want to know?
Perhaps I do not female. The smell of sorrow is bitter in my nose.
My wolves prowl farther from the forest by day, but always return by nightfall. You should keep close, keep safe.
