Even with the bustling noise of the street markets your life was quiet, too quiet. Freedom had many connotations, ones that didn't align with the village and its virtues so you were trapped in a glass cage, waiting for your liberty. Lingering beneath the commotion, bounded with stillness was Jean Kirstein, The Beast, holding on for hope that seemed to no longer exist, he too is waiting for his liberty. Will his claws grasp those who help?