Okay, this isn't going to be very long, as this is a short one-shot and a pretty.... strange one at that. I've created a brand new OC! So here they are. Hope you enjoy!

Russia. Home to snow encased streets with endless buzzling and commotion going on around this rather large country. It had no more communism, it had no more heat left in the dark grey clouds that hung over Moscow, where Balkov Abbey had been shut down due to its exposure of the young boys who were forced to attend.

In the cold streets of Moscow still roamed many of the Abbey boys; many collapsing from the cold, hunger or lack of love from the families they longed to have.

One of the boys looked up with his, wary, half lided blue eyes and spotted a figure nearing. Closer.... closer they came. Long scruffy two toned hair, slate at the front and long and black at the back. They had their eyes closed with a tattered and worn cape flowing around their finely built form. A spiralling dragon tattoo cuddled their arm. They wore a deep cedar green tunic that had been tucked into their deep rich ruby red scarf that was wrapped and tied around their waist with the darkest of dark blue combat trousers tucked into warm looking combat boots.

The boy widened his eyes and backed into a wall, sliding down the cold surface and never taking his eyes off of the dragon tattoo. He... he had heard of it from Boris and his mentors, but he had never seen one up close. The spiralling dragon meant betrayal, lone-walking. The dragon... it was a different sign from what they were used to.

The figure stepped closer until the boy realised it was a young man. Looking to be not yet in his twenties. He opened his eyes and revealed spiteful crimson eyes that had no traces of love and want, but betrayal and hate.

The young man bent down to the boys level and held out what looked like money. The boy blinked at the man and shook his head, inching closer to the wall. "P-please... don-don't hurt m-me." The boy forced out and closed his scared blue eyes as the man placed the money in the boy's hand and stood up.

"Think of me not as a traitor, as you were taught." The young man spoke calmy and turned his back, his torn cape following him and seeming to wrap around his body to protect him from the cold. "Think of me as the one who was never able to see things through." He turned his head to the front and narrowed his hard crimson eyes. "Learn from your mistakes so that you may one day retrace those mistakes and undo your wrong doings."

The boy shook his head as the man prepared to run. "W-wait, sir!" He blurted out and held out his hand, his blonde bangs scruffy along his face. "Who are you? A-are you the one who surpassed the other students? The one who left the Abbey to live with your grandfather?"

The man turned, his crimson eyes on the boy. "My name means nothing to you. You have no use for it. Nor do I." He then turned to face the front and closed his hard and cold crimson eyes. "I am not who you speak of. Think of me as a friendly stranger with the heart for betrayal." He said and finally took off in a dash, his long, untamed hair following widly behind him and his cape not too far behind it.

His name, his identidy.... who he was.... it was a mystery. He was the lone-wolf of Moscow. The lonely and friendly traitor as he called himself. But who was he? Only time will tell who this stranger could be.

Wow.... mysterious! Who is this new stranger? He seems rather helpful but if he is as he suggested he was... then what else can we expect from him? Thanks for the read because this guy is going to appear in a full length fic as one of the mains.
Cheers for the read and tell me what you think.

~SD