Irishinjun95

Hello, Corvo. I noticed you were having trouble- I saw you stumbling in fear. The Empress, cut to the bone, Emily - no longer here. I have pulled you here, Corvo. Into my lair of confusion: where space no longer resides, and time is just an illusion. My dear Corvo. And so, bequeathed to you: a mask. Given to you: a mark. Taken from you: an empress. Ripped from you: a family. Plunged are you: into chaos. Foolish, Corvo. The more you kill, the darker it becomes. Rats about, skittering for crumbs. Weepers stumble, gritty and gruesome. Blood is spilled, spilled, spilled - now under the ever-fading sun. Interesting, Corvo. You act non-lethall