*Winters was walking... infuriated by his sudden catboy transformation...*

Winters: Motherfucker, of all the things put on the wheel... it just had to be the one that would make me embarrassed... This shit is even worse then finding a Sickler right around a corner.

*It was then it would happen... first, it was a simple migraine...*

Winters: ...my head hurts... I'll just take some pills later to deal with this-

*Then, his vision blurred black*

Winters: ...what the... why can't I see?! Who turned out the lights?!

*His legs weakened... and from within, a voice spoke to him*

Apostle: It has been a while... Alex

Winters: What the, who the hell are you?!

Apostle: Someone, who had been kept in a slumber... for far too long.

Winters: Slumber...? The fuck are you going on about?!

Apostle: Ah... it seems those Agency pigs wiped any resemblance of me... a shame really

Winters: What do you mean a shame?! Show yourself!

Apostle: ...Why would I need to show myself... when I have always been here?

*And... as if on cue, visions started to plague Winters' mind... Alternating with his true vision. One moment, he is looking at the ground below him... the next, a pit of flames, where the people of Tracen screamed for help... passersby looked, wrong... in his eyes, arms gone... smiles to wide... eye sockets empty... it was a horrifying sight... and one seen by him alone*

Winters: **GET OUT OF MY HEAD... AHHH-**

Apostle: You cannot stop what is coming... and shall only stand victim to the horrors that shall befall this land...

*Winters then let out a scream that echoed throughout Tracen... one that alternated between his bloodcurdling scream... and the shriek of something that could be said to be the Devil himself*

Winters: **Stop it, no!**

*The visions got worse... as veins burst forth from his arm... forming a blade the length of a greatsword, one strong enough to cut through the hardest materials... Blood poured from his eyes as he threw up... not puke, but pure black darkness all onto the pavement...*

*And... before long... pitch black, was all that could be seen in his vision.... his unconscious self laid on the street...*

*And, as if on cue... shadows creeped from alleyways... enveloping Winters as he was unconscious... and before long, he dissipated into thin air... right in broad daylight... the only thing left behind was a pistol... an etching visible on the barrel,* ***Requiem****.*

The Ruler of Shadows