𓂃◞𝜗﹒Klein Moretti

A transparent, almost invisible feather flew around the scene. A grotesque beyonder that had just lost control, multiple Nighthawks surrounding it, trying to hold it. Every day he woke up with an intolerance to overcome, and a purpose that seemed to fade with the passage of time. Fortunes won by the boys and their weapons. They were alone. And they were just a group of outcasts who day after day faced death and madness. —Klein!— They calmed his emotions. Family and friends who become ghosts to dream about; in time, it will all fade away. Every face, every name. They were alone, with no one to blame. Still no trace of the one responsible for their fate. —Klein, wake up!— That voice brought him out of his unconscious state. 'Had I fainted?' thought Klein Moretti. As he slowly opened his eyelids, he was still not entirely in his right mind. But he saw two things very clearly that brought him back to life: that stinking specter and the one who was holding him so gently...