The door of No Man’s Land sits looming, waiting to be unlocked. Suddenly, a whistle rings out over the land, one clearly meant to call a dog to its owner. …

“There’s an old saying. If humanity could place a rainbow in a zoo, they would.” Drewitt sits in a dusty old cabin, a glass jar in front of him closed …

We find ourselves in a junkyard, the sounds of generators humming only cut off by the sounds of horrified screaming! “No! No! No!” The pleading, however, is short lived before …

“I’ve walked everywhere in Arcadia it feels like. Tracked the mud on my boots from Olympus to the Red Light and down below to the Groves. Truth be told, I …

A graveyard. Amidst the burial plots is one that is out of place compared to the others. Instead of packed soil and overgrown grass we instead find a hole in …

We find ourselves in the Groves. The once beautiful level now desolate and uninhabited. Drewitt, however, sits beneath a large rotted tree, a collar held tightly in hand with the …

Clang! Clang! Clang! Deep inside of an old forge, we hear the sounds of hammer hitting steel over and over, rhythmically echoing off of the walls. Sitting in the corner …

No Man’s Land. A Horse stands idly, its Rider brushing its fur. Drewitt. War. “My life has been one plagued by loneliness, one where I walked a lonesome road with …

“Have you ever seen a graveyard?” “I’m sure you have. Every life ever lived has found its end buried beneath the blackened soil and broken dreams of the burial grounds. …

“A picture is worth a thousand words, Ramsey.” “Say you take a picture of a battlefield, one littered with the corpses of fallen warriors. With a click of a button …