And now I've a headache. Smashing. If you value your limbs attached to your form, I would suggest just staying the fuck away, for a while. From myself, and the resort.
[Adikia] I will be taking another trip, shortly, with the Angel Rosier. If you don't feel capable of running things in our absence... shut the bloody place down, for all I care. I have to go.
[Dearest] She's gone, Angel. The whelp and their daughter, as well. I was supposed to be taking them out, for the Moon, and I... they're gone.