Ryder stepped into a well furnished, loved and lived-in home. Photos of May and her sister as children with a Verician man, and a red-haired woman smiling made him smile, they seemed like they were once happy children. May sat on the worn couch, clutching a small dragon to her chest. “They are truly safe? Do you promise?” She asked him, and in that moment, Ryder’s Villain wasn’t a villain, but a mother and sister frightened for children she loved more than anything.