To Gray Umbra.

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Rumours begin to circulate around the East. Rumours of a woman, dressed in black and gold, posting a singular flyer upon a notice board within Promethia.
Eye witnesses claim that her expression is cold, solemn and, probably, just a bit pale.

To Gray Umbra,

I don't particularly make a show of these types of things.

I am partial to silence. To simply not involve myself in chaotic matters between family members.

However,

Today, Gray Umbra, you have overstepped boundaries that I have never allowed others to overstep.

You have murdered a man I respect far, far more than you. One could call him Family. A friend. A Father-Figure to some.

To call this disrespect is an understatement.

Now, I could make a scene. Cry, whine, blame the entire world like you. However, I am not going to do anything of the sort.

It's high time I rectified this mistake of your Father's. Your Mother's. Your entire gene pool's.

That being your birth, of course.

Prepare yourself, Gray Umbra.

For the next time we meet? Your life is over.

- Your loving niece,
Beatrix Hecate.

Date: TBD.
Participants: Beatrix Hecate, Gray Umbra.
Place: Promethia.
Settings: TBD.
Contact Information: Lilin's Architect#1521