PROLOGUE THINGY
My name is Whisper. I'm fifteen years old, and I'm the son of a Kishin. Dad stole my eye when I disobeyed him once, and then he abandoned us. That left me to my mother. She was constantly drunk, trying to drown out the pain she felt emotionally. This led to beating. I basically live at DWMA. Though, they keep me in the dungeon a lot, but when I'm not, I'm outside looking at the town or in a corner. People scare me, and when I speak to them, my voice is barely more than a whisper. That's where my name comes from. Nobody trusts me. Kid, Patty, Liz, and Lord Death are the worst. Because I am the son of their enemy, they always have surveillance on me and are always trying to find ways to get 'hidden information' or to 'emotionally damage' me. I can say, they've succeeded with breaking me more.