The air was damp as another day concluded on the rift. Though battles raged strong during the days, it was common that the rift was quiet during its moonlight hours. Most people would want to leave a place like this during their off time. Leaving the violence behind them. But for vi, sometimes she would leave in her off duty hours and come to the rift. Something about the place made her think of home. A place where all the chaos of the moment had passed and the once violent streets and lanes are quiet. Little would she know that she would meet an old friend there. one that she had met and almost fell to the hands of many times. They took the time to reconcile over tales before parting. The taste was only so sweet, as lamb knew oh so well that one day, she would have to take vi’s life