They keep coming, love.
Twelve shotguns fired in the distance as Ryu's lifeless body blasted through a certain wooden fence on which the word "Gusts to the East" was written in bold blood trails. The smiles in the distance were certain of their actions yet that faint rhythm of irregular heartbeats betrayed their emotions.
"They keep coming, love
Relentless in pursuit:
Fixated on your demise
They chase you on
And on and on to
Those ends of the earth
Where all hope evaporates away
All cause to fight is lost
And you: You lose yourself."
CREATORS' THOUGHTS 
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uneekElf All characters introduced hereon are while, in part inspired from real history, are ninety three percent fictitious and aged 17 or higher.
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