My hand bleeds while I write this. While this signals that I have become within the range of danger but this is not dangerous. It is a signal. I have found myself in Canada due to a monstrous being's words. The last time I believed in a monster, I found myself killing a God. This time will be different as I am vigilant. I understand now. Empathy is the enemy and trust clouds judgment. I find myself in Toronto, buried by snow and hedonism but what constantly hangs above is a sign. Bright, flashing with neon. Connor Carter and his "beloved" daughter, Ren Carter, and I know who I seek. I do not go in blindly as I would have months ago. However, I spent the last couple of days scouting. Using the full range of my abilities to inspect, learn, predict, and determine. They live in a glass home and I plan on throwing a stone tomorrow. If Ren Carter turns out to be a wielder, I am expected to lead her into the belly of the beast. I wonder, however, how my rage will fair against a young woman such as herself. Will I be perceived as the monster I am? Or will I be a guiding light in my ever-growing darkness? And lastly, will she instead become the light of friendship that starts to break my heart of darkness?

We will know tomorrow and I will not expect an easy transition from her life of luxury to my vagabond lifestyle.