Prologue
Midnight in Aynor was a dangerous time out to be.
A dark figure crept through the bar, their presence felt heavy among the night's stillness. They stopped at the entrance of a dimly lit bar, thir eyes peering into the bar. A drink. They just wanted a drink.
The same night, outside the bar; an eerie silence hung over the streets as a lone figure approached the bar. Every footstep echoed through the stillness, as if the night were holding it's breath.
The figure arrived at the door of the bar and pushed it open, stepping into the bar.
He only came with a single goal in mind : to find her and make her pay for leaving him.
He knew she would be there. She always was.
