Some nights are darker than others.
Some shadows are not shadows at all but Death, watching, waiting. Only sometimes, Death is not content to watch. Sometimes, he comes with purpose. And tonight, on this darkest of all nights, Death came not for the wanderer, as it had so many times, but for his friends. To save them, the wanderer will have to stand in the darkness and face down the shadows lurking there. Shadows trained by none other than Assassin, the greatest killer ever to walk the face of the world. Wounded, the wanderer plays a dangerous game of cat and mouse through the streets of Celes, one that isn't over until his corpse, or those of his pursuers, falls lifeless to the ground. But those are just the beginnings of his troubles, for even should he survive the night, the darkness will return. Death will return—he always does. Only this time, Death is not a he at all… it's a she. And not just any she. Assassin has come to Celes… and no one is safe.
