Roderich's POV
Each step was hollow. His walking made not a sound. His presence was nothing, meaningless. His memories, the ones he could remember were painful and he did not care to think about them. Everything drifted away disappearing into insignificant specks of dirt. His name was Roderich Edelstien, and he was dead. A lost soul wandering in the halls of a school. The school that brought him unwanted pain and suffering. Oh how he wanted to move on into the next life but, he was bound to hell. So until he would be free of his wretched afterlife he would walk. Walk until his feet brought him to an old abandoned room. Boarded and locked so no one got in. But, it's not that the students were ever interested in the old boarded room heck many never even knew of it's very existence. Roderich knew, he knew everything about that room. The room was his bind. The bind in which could only be broken, by someone as equal as he.
Gilbert's POV
Freak. Monster. Hideous. Many other names could be listed but why bother? Everyday he listened to the snickers, remarks, insults, and rumors. Everyday. He was beaten up, cast out and abandoned and all because of one thing. Or so he believed. If he had the choice he would never had wanted to be born albino. Who has white hair and red eyes? Disgusting. Even his family picked on him especially his younger brother. Once he had a grandpa who went by the name of "Fritz." Fritz was the only one to treat him like someone normal. Murdered. Fritz was murdered and no one even cared, except for the albino grandson. The albino kid has a name, at least he think he has a real name. With all the other names given to him the original name feels like a far off dream. But, he believes it's Gilbert, Gilbert Beilschidmeit. His name is Gilbert and he wishes to fly away from it all. All the pain, loss, and utter humiliation and die. The most wonderful word to his ears, die.