FINAL WEEK

[strangerpeople]

FINAL WEEK

[Soon after, many of the figures lay dead. They bodies are splayed all over the stage. The female, however, seems to be gone.

Where did she go? What is she planning? It's unknown. But, soon after the Titled leave the Debate Hall, they are struck with a vivid vision. It is quick, but strong. Another dream, and this time, it is a waking dream.

Another memory. The Depths haven't been cleaned, either. The halls are silent, and no new doors seem to have opened. Yet deep down, you know. The end is near.

Its time to get ready. So, get ready, Titled.

There are seven strangers left.]

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[intercessing]

They knew. Terrible days lay ahead and the Key needed protection. They couldn't say just what. But Nocturnal knew. Once I received the...declaration of war...

...

She was willing to make a deal with me, for a price. I was willing to make it with her, knowing that she wouldn't have contacted me without reason.