Such beauty, such magical experience. All the death that it caused, his mind told him that he should run, and never come back. But the Virtuoso screamed to stay, and watch as the masterpiece unravels its beauty and secrets before him. That fatefull night, at the 8th floor, all those killed people, turned into a painting and a show of lights. Inspiration truly to consider in the future. This night, his fear created something. His fear turned into desire and delight.  Desie to create, and delight to destroy.  Story from perspective of a member of the Trinity, former Alerianne, when the raid on Great tomb of Nazarik was ended, one player started to fear for the future as the alliance of over 1000 players colapsed under pressure from little than over 40 opposing players. With severe trauma from what he saw on the 8th floor, he developed S.P.D. that would later come into reality before his very eyes.