![]() ![]() The Masks who stole me are cruel, merciless and wicked. Do as they say and you'll survive, fight and feel the consequences of their wrath. Ripped from the people I love, and imprisoned in a castle in Scotland with walls as thick and impenetrable as the stone encasing my kidnappers' hearts. The Dancer we stole is our captive to play with, to possess, to ruin. With our father "The Collector" dead, we are the heirs to a twisted dynasty with nothing but revenge in our hearts, blood on our hands, and darkness in our souls. ![]()
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