"Apon the dingey path he strolled as hell rained down. The city looked like an inceptionous happening was tearing apart each building brick by brick. The storm raging on not so much in a physical embodiment of the sky..torrenting down the darkness of many a hellish world.Spewing forth the inner demons of ones locked away mind"

That is what Raikun is thinking here..a darkness engulfing his every thought, his every next move. He was no hero, but not a villain. He had his dark thoughts well intact as he scared apon the darkness of the landscape . The weathered buildings would run a chill down his spine as though he had never tasted fear before.

What is this truth behind the storm you might ask? Is it the Sanity going awry..the truth ripping away at your subconscious? Every scrap of furmanity you once held dear? "it ends here" he thought. "It must end now" But he is wrong...

Story to be written for this in time.