Everything Cassandra and Cass know or think they know is crumbling at the edges as creatures only they can see scuffle in and out of their vision. When once they were safe and secluded inside their own versions of "prison", all was well. They'd struggle to keep time moving and dread it when it stopped. Only when they left, were they targeted. Wanted for a crime they don't recall committing, they fight for their lives through space and time, trying to figure out who this "Jayha" person is, and why he wants them dead. Be betwixt to bequeath; 'twas a trick, not a treat. The hands will not stop nor shall they sway- no mere halfie shall stand in their way.