[Somewhere, deep within the South wing, trouble is brewing... Almost inexplicably, all rooms that have even the slightest possibility of belonging to a Cyril have been filled with dirt, trash, bugs... Utterly trashed. And worse than that, all those dapper suits and/or dresses? Replaced with grungy, filthy hobo!wear ( Read more... )

In one of the hallways in the magical dressing room where doors stay happily closed one was mercilessly kicked open. The door ripped from its hinges and slammed onto the floor with a loud, echoing CRASH. Seconds after two young men roll through the pathway with guns ablazing. One of the two boys, Debbito, is the first to cock his gun out at any ( Read more... )