It was a sight she could never forget, the bright violet glow, a sight so beautiful one would consider it impossible yet to her the color brought nothing but sheer terror. His figure blurred hard to see in contrast to the source of the violet light, a long single-edged sword with a bizarre shape.

The blade resembled a scythe, by design the weapon was impractical to wield yet the man before her swung the destructive tool with such proficiency and skill that she could not believe they were human.

She could not count how many times the blade had cut through her flesh, each cut deeper than the last yet she did not bleed. Each strike slashing at her intricate clothes and jewels destroying them without ever bringing harm to her flesh, a tool that defied reason, a weapon capable of bringing an enemy to their end without ever leaving a trace of their attack.

"On your knees already?" the faceless swordsman questioned, his tone filled with pride and disdain towards the creature before him.

Try as she might her lips would not move, her body unharmed yet she lay limp on the floor of she had once called her home. All she could do was await silently as the figure approached, the scythe head of the blade sliding bellow her neck slowly sinking into her flesh, yet again not a drop of blood flowed from the cut.

"Amen"

THUD

She awoke suddenly body covered in cold sweat as she took in her surroundings.

"Again," she would sigh in a soft whisper as her hand slowly moved to her throat, fingers like feathers as they slide against her skin. The feeling of a faint scar tickling her fingers before she found the strength to push herself to her feet.

She could not remember when she first began having this dream, it wouldn't come every night but quite often she would awaken this very same way. Her mother would always say it was just an overactive imagination fueled by her indulgence of shonen manga. A habit she had never been able to lose, as the pile of manga next to her bed would confirm.

Making her way towards her closet, she slowly reached up her hand sliding her fingers against the faint scar that spread across her throat. A childhood wound from when she was out running around the woods with her friends, a rather scary moment to look back upon but nonetheless a good story to tell others when they ask.

"I have track today, should put on the sports bra or my backs going to kill me" she groaned softly drawing her mind away from both the dream and childhood memory.

Like clockwork, her phone would ring, the howl of a wolf pup echoing through the room drawing her eyes towards the device. A smile creeped through her lips as she walked towards it excited to see the message that had just arrived.

"Good Morning Hikari, just messaged to remind you to have breakfast before morning practice. Love Mom" The message displayed on her phone was something that came in every morning, a ritual so to say that began the day she moved away from home out in the countryside to study at Kuoh Academy.

"I will mom, I'll give you and dad a call after school. Love Hikari," the usual response for the steady comforting routine that helped her endure the difficult transition from life with her parents to living by herself in the city.

Dressing in the school's uniform, she released a soft smile as she enjoyed the reflection on her body length mirror. The white undershirt covered her sports bra nicely, hiding her generous bust, the black pants downplaying the curves of her waist before finishing it all off with the black blazer and bow tie beneath the shirt's collar.

It had taken some time but after much persistence, she had received permission by the school's staff to use the male uniform instead of the much more revealing female set. Her own personal taste lining more to modest male shirts and trousers than cute and feminine blouses and skirts.

As her mourning routine ended, she left the small apartment and made her way towards the school excited to start the day with the track club.

The walk to school wasn't long usually taking her at most 20 minutes to get there if she drags her feet a bit, along the way she would often see the same people following their own routines for the day. The mailman moving from home to home with his hefty bag dangling from his shoulder, the businessman sitting at cafés yelling into their phones about better deals and opportunities.

Something that did stand out however where the hooded figure standing near the most populated café, they appeared to be some sort of priest lost and needing directions. From what she could see, the priest was a foreigner most likely European.

It did not take long for the man's eyes to fall on her, an odd glare filling his gaze causing a shiver to run across Hikari's back. This feeling that stunned her body, a familiar yet alien sensation that had tormented her nights for years.

"Sorry, but could you help me? I'm searching for the local church."

The man's voice was firm, almost commanding her assistance. His eyes stared deep into hers, judging…no, searching for something. The feelings he stirred within the girl no different from those brought up by the words spoken by the man in her dreams.

"I-I'm sorry sir. I'm not from this city, I don't know of any churches,"

Her answer came out timid, fearful even as she waited for the man to respond. Every movement he made drawing a panicked twitch to the girl's legs. It was like a wolf, instincts flaring wild before a great danger.

"I see, sorry to have bothered you"

His words brought relief to the girl granting her a moment of peace.

"Until we meet again. May the Lord be with you. Amen,"

Unable to respond with anything but a bow Hikari left, turning away from the man in a sprint towards the school. Leaving the man behind with a growing smile and piercing glare in his eyes.

"And may the beasts not stray your path."

The man's last words missing the girl's ears, her feet already carrying her a distance away from the terrifying figure. Her long legs carrying faster than she knew they could only stopping as she stood before the school's gate.

Her heart raced within her chest as she struggled to calm herself, the feeling of danger following her even now. With the sound of footsteps causing her to jump head turning towards the source of the sound only to see a mother and child a good distance away.

"You're being paranoid Hikari, just calm down."

Her heart pounded within her chest as she spoke, the encounter with the men rolling in her mind repeatedly. She had never met that person before, yet the feeling she got from his presence was so familiar she could swear they had met before.

"Amen."

This word filled her mind, she could not understand why but she knew that when spoken by that man that word was dangerous. Worst of all was the growing feeling that she would soon meet the man again, that this was but the start of something she could not understand.