You cannot disown what is yours, Flung out, there is always the return, the reckoning, the revenge, perhaps the reconciliation. There is always the return. And the wound will take you there. It is a blood-trail.

Previously a member of the scholarship, Cataclysm was framed for murder and exiled from the community. While they were once someone who brought law and order into the town, detesting those who went against it, they soon found themselves falling further and further from grace, becoming exactly what they hated in the first place. They now flit between the outskirts of the city, unseen with the use of powerful magic, where they plot their revenge in the form of manipulation.