Criminal at Large Past midnight in Graná,Moonlight flows, weightless and light,Hand in hand with a tireless breeze.Bearing the whisper of the sea,Waltzing to a summer melodyOf sweaty cicadas. But an explosion,Out of nowhere,Are we under attackBy imperial missilesUnable to handle No? No, the peace is intact, But a psychopath From the lineage of A self-claimed…