2 Masked men walked into the guildhouse towards the guildmistress. They told her she was chosen as a Saint, and they headed upstairs. Nobody knew why they were wearing masks or what their identity was but once upstairs it was all silent, they talked in her office for quite a while. Then out of nowhere an explosion brew out of the office, the entire office caught on fire.. in the middle of the fire the guildmistress was burned to death. That day she died together with her story.. The only thing that is left is her legacy.
On the wall a writing was scrambled down.
" In times of trouble and insanity I carry masks to disguise My real humanity The mask does not empathize "