He could't help but blankly stare into the darkness in his room as he listened to the heavy rain outside. Francis Saviour somehow knew that his detiny was about to reach that long expected cross road he was preparing for all this time. And he knew, as that day approached, there was nothing he could do to change what was about to happen.

The rain was still heavy outside, falling on the roof in a rage. The candle flickered in the wind blowing through the windows and was gone, though he did not notice it. He couldn't notice, he was lost.