Literature
Hello, Corvo.
Hello, Corvo.
I noticed you were having trouble-
I saw you stumbling in fear.
The Empress, cut to the bone,
Emily - no longer here.
I have pulled you here, Corvo.
Into my lair of confusion:
where space no longer resides,
and time is just an illusion.
My dear Corvo.
And so, bequeathed to you: a mask.
Given to you: a mark.
Taken from you: an empress.
Ripped from you: a family.
Plunged are you: into chaos.
Foolish, Corvo.
The more you kill, the darker it becomes.
Rats about, skittering for crumbs.
Weepers stumble, gritty and gruesome.
Blood is spilled, spilled, spilled - now under the ever-fading sun.
Interesting, Corvo.
You act non-lethall