50 years I've been... 16? 17? I simply don't know. I am only four foot nine, with black eyes, black hair, and pale white skin. To make things worse, I never seem to age. I'm a bow that shoots my compressed soul wavelength and a hunting knife weapon, I can't transform into weapon form, but I can make my weapons out of my soul wavelength. I'm currently a Death Scythe and a student at the DWMA, all the while, I'm completely invisible.

No one ever remembers me, after half an hour from seeing me, they don't even remember I exist. The only reason the teachers even know I'm a student, is because they each have a sheet from me telling them that I actually am a student.

Ever since that witch took my life, my memory, my very EXISTENCE away, I am nothing in this world.

I am a silence forever forgotten.

I have no identity.

No one knows I exist.

Who exactly am I?


Well, this is my first story here, I hope this is okay to start it~ This is the only chapter that is this short, so I apologize for this.

Now edited... I think?