With his face hidden behind a mask, Vasska no longer remembers how he looks. He has no thoughts of his own, and simply listens to the voice in silence. The voice sounded like it came from an instrument, yet has a madness concealed within its stillness, echoing within his chest and mind. The voice of his deity rises higher and higher, becoming larger, murkier, and stiller...

Death was only just a beginning, and Vasska had already crossed that boundary. However, there were no limits to the other side of that boundary—at the root of nothingness was chaos. He had forgotten everything from his past life, or rather, he no longer recalled it. If his master so desired, he would summon those memories once again. If not, they simply ceased to exist. The existence of the world itself was not exactly real, but the people in it remained unaware of this fact.

Vasska conceals himself within his black robes, silently carrying out the tasks assigned by the Elder. He is naturally subservient, and obeys the Elder's every command. For an agent of chaos, they had no other choice but to be obedient. An Unstill. This term does not truthfully define him, and only the master of this world truly knows what the Unstills are. They are the keys tucked away in the shadows of this world, and the one who can unseal the lock has not yet returned. But it wouldn't be long now. Soon... Soon.