The spring is here, and the Blight and his mistress have emerged from their dark lair. But the sun and colors are painful, almost as painful as the monster's past. He has been bred for darkness, and this smothering light only reminds him of it. The pain. Her smile. However, though the story of his creation is bleak, there may be hope yet. There may be darkness at the end of the tunnel. This dreadful spring may turn into a dreadful night.