Please visit the Stories from the BlackGuard tag for more of this series! He entered the monorail car with a calmness about him that I could only imagine possessing, sliding smoothly into the red-cushioned booth where I sat and criss-crossing his arms upon the polished oak...

Ah, Cyrus. From what I recall of him, he was quite the knowledgeable man, but had a most horrid sense of humor. You see, the story I am about to tell you is rather… Confidential. Amongst the Mire we are known as Regiment 9. Throughout Regiment...