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Winter is descending upon the fair city of Volstryggr and its people as evidenced by the first signs of snow falling smoothly from the gray skies. A harsh wind blows in from the north where the majestic Lake Aethera resides, putting an extra sharp sting to the current temperature. The bitter cold does little to stop the citizens from proceeding with their everyday lives. It is rather difficult, after all, to think about the weather when a vicious serial killer lurks in the shadows eagerly awaiting their next victim. A trail of victims longer than any in the history of the city, every missing person's report is met with the very real fear that they may be the next victim. He is only known by the moniker, "The Blood Angel", and despite the city's best efforts remains unidentified. Every murder appears to be random with no discernible pattern in place except for one. Each victim has their backs flayed open and pinned to a wall, often decorated in their own blood. No door in the city is left unlocked and few dare to venture out at night alone. The weary faces of the city's policing force is even more evidence of the noose this mysterious killer is slowing wrapping around the city's neck.

Today there are even more police patrols than normal with Sentinel Handlers even joining in the mix. The normal commotion and noise typical for a city of this size is the tad bit quieter to those who listen and the chilly air seems somehow heavier with the weight of an event not yet known. Besides this irregularity, today is simply another day in the lives of the average citizen. Those not accustomed to the winter cold, like Ice Giants, are dressed head to toe in warm, heavy clothes. Taverns are filled with frozen patrons looking for a warm place to get a hot meal and talk about current events. Forgetful shoppers rush through the marketplace to stockpile firewood for their fireplaces and food for their cupboards. Amidst this peaceful day, a dark and dangerous secret lies hidden from public knowledge. A thin sheet of frozen dark, red blood covers the stone path of a indiscriminate alley far away from the populated streets. The body is pinned against the stone brick of a house, his back tore open like so many others and displayed in the same fashion. However, he is not the only casualty this time. The implications of this second death have raised the stakes dramatically. It is not just the citizens that are in danger. Volstryggr itself is under threat. A single message scrawled in blood is visible above the mutilated corpse:

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