The guild was covered in a mist, a strange aura coming from the building, the smell was surprisingly absent as if someone took away your sense of smell. On this dark, gloomy day, it was the perfect day for them. The Murder Guild. No one knew them, yet everyone knew of their presence: their existence, if you will... and they also knew. They were not safe. TRIGGERS :0 *Angsty stuff *Cannibal people *Death(?) *An existential crisis D: *Gore *F i g h t *Literally no realism There are other POV's with this, and I'll probably not have an upload schedule