The rain falls gently on a window pane, slipping down the sides. The boy is crying, but no one can see it in the constant drizzle. He is a runaway. No one has realized he's gone. Dark shapes rise before him. He glances up and stares, wide-eyed. He hopes he's imagining. The things move closer. They're upon him now. Just open your eyes. They claw at his chest. Is this for real? His question is answered with severe pain. One of the things reaches up and grabs something. All of a sudden the boy feels lighter, empty. He looks down to see a shimmering pink something-or-other. He feels a longing and wants to reach for it. Give it back. He tries to scream. But he can't move, can't think. A black cloud surrounds him, swallows him up. What? He's dreaming. Open you eyes.
A tall blonde teenager opens his eyes. No, it couldn't be. It was just- just…what?
Demyx.
Who? Me. He shakes his head. No. My name was… Wait, was? I mean is. My name is…
Demyx.
That was the only name he could come up with. Okay, Demyx. I've got a name, now where do I go? There was a large castle-like building not far in front of him. It's worth a shot. He started walking. He would never be coming back.