Prologue: Nocturne of shadows
Darkness, a lone breeze and a chill. That's all that's needed on a night of hollow's eve. A light drift of snow falls slowly down onto the back of a purple haired teen's head. Wearing all black and gray and blue jeans, the boy didn't even flinch. He was used to the cold. Sitting dangling his feet off the edge of the tall cliff with the great city in the background with trick or treater's laughter heard from miles around. The tall teen looks up as purple strands fall away from his eyes to reveal ruby irises staring cold and lonely across the large city before they closed to one thought that brought a pang to his heart.
"Vio." the voice was whispered softly before tears of blood streamed down the flawless face marking the sign of regret and betrayal.