Tazim had worked his entire life attempting to fill his father's shoes. To become worthy. To make Malik proud, maybe that would be enough for him to finally return home. Tazim. What a name, he thought. If he were to be accepted into the brotherhood he could not risk the chance of being found out. How Tazim came to be, avenging his father's death.

At that moment, she wanted to know what lived inside him. If they were preyed upon by the same evil thoughts lurking within themselves. She wanted just a glimpse into his mind, to know whether they dreamed of the same chaos that was to come. If it really was a sign of what was yet to happen. Would their world truly end in ruin and disarray?