There were so many moments in our life where things shouldn't have happened the way they did. Paths would often get mixed up or crossed up, just like our shit brain wiring. The dark days at the end of September 1998 would test our understanding of what we thought we knew about revenge. We had already understood that personal opinions that defined justice could be dangerous. We had no idea just how scary it could be. When you allow anyone too much power, some will go too far. It really doesn't matter if it comes from a badge or a collar. Master Boyd has lived a life locked away in the darkness. Like anyone left too long in the inky blackness, it has infected his soul. No one would listen to his pleas for mercy. Now he hears that of others so loud it hurts his ears. Except those of his loving schizophrenic submissive. He cannot allow the evil to spread. He is not going to just take it anymore. His voice was beaten out of him, but he has finally found an endless river of strength in a circle of silver. Master Sheryl is strong in power and weakening in her unit. She can hear the pounding drum beat of the ferryman. In her desperation she too will cling tightly to a drowning schizophrenic. The Master has intense hatred for any who would question her authority to drain the lifeblood of her investigator. Her attempts to bring down the hammer will ultimately break the foundation. The cracks in the roof will eventually bring down her house of lies. Sheriff Dennis is a man of action. He knows the way. Follow him and he will lead you where he wants you to go. Do not get out of single file. That is not smart. If you get off that straight and narrow, then he will do what needs to be done. After all the penalty for all sin is death. Ah, will you look at that? Isn't it adorable? Justice is so sweet, so helpless. Couldn't you just pick it up and squeeze those cute little cheeks? Shit, it just bit the hell out of us. What the fuck. Oh, there is the problem. The creature is not only blind, but also deaf too. You had better grab those rubber gloves, we know you have plenty of them at the moment, and can you pick up that case file over there? In order to raise this chapter from the dead we will need all that and your necromancy chant. You remember that don't you? From the days of Mistress Circe? You forgot already? Good thing we have not.