#where one of them either accidentally or purposefully kills Monarch

[writer-rider-flirty-thirties]

A song to fill the silence~

Monarch has been defeated. Paris is safe yet again and an era of happiness and peace has begun... For most of Paris.

For those who don't know the cost of this peace.

But they know.

The heroes who were there that horrible day when the pavement outside a certain Mansion was stained red - who knew that villains bled the same way, the same color as everyone else? - and every single mask fell away and silence seemed to fill the air, their heads, their lungs, their souls, their everything.

Until fingers grazed the strings of a lyre.

Then they all knew what they had to do and, like singers in a choir, their hearts sang the same song.