There is a shadow along the borders of London, a girl, unknown. She remains alone without the voices that
once were support, now abandoned to guild her; until the first threads wind themselves into her own. And what starts off as
an ordinary quest for revenge, turns into a battle and an internal struggle with oneself, but when it seems like it wasn't
meant to be, truly is.
These are the tracks that lead us into the 'morrow.
And the day after the next.
Like the moon has risen and the sun has rested
Under the hill's blanket;
Spilling darkness and blood throughout the path.
Fate is woven
With crimson strings....
