You had a incident, after meeting the nighthawks, you, went to see Niel, something about a ritual you wanted to do, it was risky. Niel didn't want to help. You agreed to be taught how to do a ritual properly, learn what it meant to be a ritualist, and it. Did not go well, at first, it was normal, Niel had helped you learn what you needed to chant to sanctify a dagger, how to light the candles, but, as soon as you began to chant for practice. Something, Something happened, you still weren't sure what.

But the next thing you knew, you were on the floor, in a weak and pathetic state, blood still dribbling out from your eyes, ears, mouth and nose, Niel was above you, trying to wake you desperately, forcing you to drink some fluid, or potion. You still weren't sure. He was concerned? You, were admittedly delirious at the time, but remembering back on it..it was a voice, something that spoke and you could FEEL it, eyelashless eyes, staring at you, curious, the voice whispering of madness, the truth and all knowledge.

Resting your head back on the desk you sigh, you, didn't want to think about this anymore. You would give it a break, maybe report to the captain tomorrow morning.

You had met a swindler, the next sequence in your potion pathway, they were, interesting. They feared you, and yet they showed a coldness in their eyes that made you shiver. It was clear they were experienced in some capacity at controlling their emotions. Something that would be granted to you, through consuming the next potion, perhaps?

There was, other issues with getting involved with them however, such as them claiming you were close to rampaging at any given moment, but that was a lie, you felt fine. You WERE fine, right? Sure, the shadows were getting deeper every day, but they never hurt you, they never made you feel out of control, if anything they felt at home.

There was, someone else, a oracle or diviner, someone who found Lavenus for you, A monocle, black hair, yellow and black clothing with a veil covering their face.

You did not trust them, but they provided good information, and a coin, one with what seemed like an incantation for a deity?

Once more, the mysticism draws you ever closer, you are not sure when it will be too late too pull out, perhaps you have crossed that threshold already.

The Evernight has marked you, It would seem, four dots on your hand, in the pattern of her prayer motion. It burns like you placed your hand in the fire, but only when you would enter the holy grounds. It is, worrying, to put it simply. You knew the risks of joining a company related with a deity you did not worship, however you were unsure if this was a punishment, or a attempt to convert you. And it worried you.

Not to mention the other incident that had occurred earlier, upon meeting Mr.Monocle as you called him, their mere presence had injured Scott's astral body to the point their leg was no longer functioning, it was worrying, you feared you would meet a similar fate if you did not have the mental protection from Miss pride.

And now, here you are, after all of that, trying to learn from Niel, the one who prays to the lady the most..you could ask, it would be so simple, just a question on what the marking meant. But it also worried you, what if it was something truly horrible and Niel had to report you?

Fear consumed your mind, the swords calming effects becoming more tempting.

Neil had given you a journal of sorts, detailing his life and also a guide to every ritual he thought you may need to know..it was, extraordinarily wonderful, with his guidance you could accomplish rituals and brew potions like you never were able too before. But..there was a price for this..Neil had become a rampager, the very thing you fought against.

It kept you up at night sometimes, you would wear make-up more often now, sometimes most of the week to hide the eyebags, it didn't get better, but you were slowly coming to live with it. Live with the fact the only grandfather/father figure you had until now was gone and all that was left was his book.

You visited his grave often now, since you had skipped his funeral, you couldn't look at his face like that.. But now, you would sit down next to it and drink cinnamon tea, a drink he had showed you originally that was your favorite. It was..bitter sweet, now.

You slipped on the red gloves in a daze, Leonard knew your hand size already, he always knew things, it was strange. But you dismissed it for now.

You stood in-front of the mirror, your ratted and knotted hair chopped away into a much shorter shoulder length mess of hair, it fit you, shockingly, you looked cuter like this. Less dangerous, and you could hide your missing eye if you wanted.

You were still recovering mentally and physically, the wound on your abdomen throbbing told you so, along with your hesitance to touch anything for fear of knocking it over.

But, you were moving now, at least, you weren't in pieces, you were gluing yourself back together slowly, Leonard had offered an escape, to join him in the red gloves, with the promise of revenge you had agreed in a heartbeat. You were already bound to the church like a dog with a chain attached to a post, might as well become a hunting dog, it gave you a bit more wiggle room.

Your outfit was different now, it almost reminded you of the way Leonard dresses. Ironic, considering you used to hate that part about him, but now you just can't find yourself comfortable dressing formally, it reminded you of Scott in a way..

Turning you face your bathroom door, opening it and leaving.

Ready to face whatever may come next.