Prolouge
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The rain pounded on his back as he staggered out of the train station and into the night. He made for an odd sight. A seven year old boy by himself this late? The boy's appearance did not help. His glasses were askew, his shirt rumpled and stained. With how dark it was out, nobody noticed the stain was a dull brown mixed with a bright crimson. His face was no better than his clothes. There were bags under his eyes. His left cheek bore a vivid scar, like that from a knife. His eyes though were what stood out the most. The deep blue eyes were a mixture of exhaustion, fear, pain, and several other dark emotions that did not belong on the face of one so young.
His feet carried him toward his destination. He could not give up now. He was close. The street he was walking down was residential. Most of the houses were dark, though considering the time was close to midnight it was hardly surprising. The rain was not letting up.
Finally. He arrived at his destination. He fought off the exhaustion that was threatening to take him over. He stumbled up the drive, pain and exhaustion making his breathes come in ragged and short. He feebly tried to raise his arms to reach the bell. He could not reach it. He made one more huge effort and was rewarded with a muffled ringing. He finally let himself fall into the sweet, black clutches of unconsciousness.