Rita

This was what everyone was fighting for, this urn that somehow conjures peoples darkest memories and feed it for them to eat. I felt powerful at some point but I knew better than to accept such power and ignoring the consequences.

The only thing I was sure of was that, nothing good ever comes with something that everyone wants. This was a great power and I could feel it. My question that I kept relaying to Kyle was that what happened when this gets out of control or in to the wrong hands. He had been quiet and I could tell that talking about the vessel wasnt really something...