Ever since Amber took over GeneCo, she had no more need to sneak around and whore herself for street Zydrate. So, of course, she did a sweep of the city for everyone's favorite dealer. Strangely enough, he was nowhere to be found. The only trace of him was a locked-up box with a piece of paper taped to it that simply said:
FOR SHILO
It was found in his favorite dumpster, of course. But the box was taken back to Amber, and for some reason, this made her furious. Instead of destroying the thing, she just gave up and decided to send the box to the brat anyway. It couldn't have meant anything special; Graverobber was just a disgusting corpse-defiler with no standards. What could he possibly give to Shilo that was worth anything at all? He wasn't the rebellious type...at least not anymore. That part of him has been dead for as long as she could remember.
For a moment, she thought about breaking open the box and seeing for herself what was inside. But then she remembered that she didn't need him anymore, so why keep around anything that should remind her of him? The decision was final. She took a car over to the house that was once Nathan Wallace, but had been passed down onto her daughter. Amber just tossed the box over the fence, not caring about it whatsoever.
Hours had passed until Shilo found the box sitting in the courtyard, and curiously she picked it up, brushed the dirt off of it, and brought it inside. Perhaps this had to do something with the key that was left in her bedroom the night after the Final Opera. So she retrieved the key, and to her surprise, the key fit the lock.
Inside of this box was a book. It was bound in black leather and wrapped in a single maroon ribbon, which she untied and opened it. It had no title or chapter index, although the first page was a dedication.
To someone who has nobody left to depend on.
And so, the story began.
(AN: The rest of this fic will be told in Graverobber's POV. Enjoy~)