When you've survived your own dungeon, torture, and a crazy madman, only to be thrown into something even more crazy... what do you do? 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙚. I was scared of her at one time, but my Banshee is now like a warm soft blanket to me. Home. A part of me I will never let go. But for the people trying to take my kingdom and subjugate my people? She is vengeance and d3ath. Her screams will not be silenced.