... I know I'm supposed to tell you what I see; but that's impossible. I'll do the flashback but I won't be able to tell you much.

I was born into a wealthy family that was close to the Schnee family, we lived comfortably without worries, then one night everything went to hell; my parents were shot by a man in a white coat and bowler-cap, and my eyes were gouged out. I lived for two years without sight, but my grandmother taught me how to see to some extent using aura. I could see peoples aura, and there bodily structure. But I could never see their faces, I couldn't make out there features, for all I know I was surrounded by faunas with three eyes.

On my thirteenth birthday my grandmother died, causes unknown. I mourned her, I know my tone suggests otherwise, but I mourn even to this day. In her will she left me her weapons; two short-blade katanas with a space in the hilt for a dust crystal. I inherited my family's fortune, so I used some money to find a person to train me in swordsmanship.

I spent my time training, and training, and training until I could put Yoda to shame. (Really? A star-wars reference? Oh hush, by the way reader; the last chapter were I wrote half a sentence for a hentai of Rene, to clarify; she wasn't actually put in that situation just because I wrote it, she just told me to stop because she was embarrassed, so no grim tentacle got near her. Otherwise he would be dead now.)

I was now sixteen and I had joined a gang of hit-men that worked for 'Torchwick' as I learned his name was, so all I needed to do was kill until I could meet him in person and finish the job.

But there was a snag; for the first while, I was fine with killing people, I could cut off their head and never flinch from their gruesome expression, since I couldn't see them. But then on last job, I froze, I was given an address and a name, I just felt the address, because the name wasn't in brail.

I had infiltrated a large mansion, using touch and hearing to maneuver has grown unnervingly easy over time, and I made my way into a large bedroom and prepped to slice the targets head off, but then I saw her; Weiss, I hadn't seen her in years but I could recognize her aura, even though I can't see her face I remember what it looked like. I simply sheathed my sword and left.

Needless to say; my boss was furious. He had the other two hit-men on my team ('the three blind mice' if I didn't mention the name... assholes.) beat me up and throw me in the woods, I healed quickly thanks to my aura training from my grandma, but getting to the city would be a lot harder;

I was being chased, I don't know by what. They smelled of blood and rage, they crashed through the forest, but I couldn't see them. I just kept running until I heard a voice; it sounded like a boy my age, it took me a minute to find him, his aura was weird; where most people's aura just lines them and glows some, his seemed to pulse across his body, like it was electrically driven, but it hued a color of heroism, like his only thought was 'help people'.

He told me we were up against some Beowolves; a variant of grim, creatures without auras or souls... explains why I couldn't see them. 'Grant' starts attacking the creatures with an ax of sorts, but all I can do is try to defend myself by listening to their movements, until Grant did something I didn't think was possible; he focused his aura into his hands and unleashed a shockwave through the grim, I had seen aura used as a weapon on its own before, but never like this.

But I had no time to dwell on that; the wave only stunned the creature for a few moments, but the shock has lasting effect; I could see the outline of the Beowolf; it looked like the stereotypical werewolf image you'd see in books, with armored areas.

"Grant, if you couldn't tell; I'm blind, I can see aura but these things don't have any, put your pulse attack seems to give me something to target, so let them have it!" In response he shouts something along the lines of 'Oorah' and slams his fist into the ground, affecting the nearby grim, but somehow missing me...

But I had no time to think about that, I unsheathe my blades and begin the cutting, I move and slash the head off a Beowolf as Grant manages to shoot on trying to flank me, interesting ax indeed, I sidestep a grim as it tries to slash me and I rake my blades through its torso instead, I kept cutting them down, as did Grant, but they just kept coming.

After at least forty minutes of constant fighting we end up back to back as the biggest f**king Beowolf of all shows up with another fifty normal wolves, we were surrounded, and I doubted a simple shock from Grant would work, then I remembered what grandmother once did, she had used her aura to increase the power of another, she called it unlocking, I never had much training in it before she died, but we were running out of options.

"Grant, I am going to try and boost your aura so you can do more than just stun these grim, so get ready to use the shockwave." He simply nods and starts charging in both hands, I turn and grasp his head and transfer all my power to him to make the burst, he slams both fists into the ground and the wave rips through the grim, frying their barns and making a big mess, I assume, I can't really see.

"Holy shot! That fried their Freakin' brains! Whoa, but the pelts are fine, hmm... gimme a minute bud." He starts skinning the grim, I would have helped but as soon as I took a step I fell face down in the dirt. Apparently I had burned a lot of energy boosting the attack, I felt like I had just been hit with an elephant tranq...

"Oh shot, buddy you alright?" I can still mumble a decent response; "I used alo' of 'nergy, I need rest..." Grant just made an odd grunt and grabbed the pelts and threw them over his shoulder and me over the other. He took me to his father, or grandfather's cabin, his aura made it hard to figure out his age, I stayed the night on his couch, recharging I guess, when I awoke the next morning I was surprised to see the aura unlock I used on Grant still going, it's like he had one aura already open, and I unlocked a second.

I made a mental note to try to learn of that later, grant wanted to introduce me to his friends; Two girls of our age, Rene and Natalie; Rene seemed nice, cynical but nice, her aura suggested she had recently felt pain that no weapon could deliver. Natalie was quite shy, but she had a strong aura, but it was odd, it seemed as though she had two, one calm and quiet, the other... psychotic. She seemed normal though so I kept my mouth shut.

I shook hands and said goodbye to Grant's girls, "They aren't my girls! Their just some friends that live in my house." He keeps insisting. I sat farewell and return to the mansion, Annabelle has kept it clean in my absence, she's a good housekeep, for a fauna.

And before you get after me for being 'racist', know that their the reason I never met my grandfather. "Good afternoon Desmond... my word what happened to you?" I simply continue towards my room, "Nothing you need to concern yourself with Annabelle. I'm going to take a shower now, so please have my training garbs prepared."

I train in a metallic grey leather jacket, and some dark gray pants, and I trade my now broken sunglasses for a simple grey headband which I wrap around my eyes. I step into the trading ground outside and place a single daisy upon my grandmother's grave; I take the blades in my hands, and cut what I will.

I'm done now. The end, go away.

...Well? Well what? Do you think this was a good chapter? Well, it's the shortest, but it was done that way to develop his character, and set up for the actual series, so yeah, I think it was good. Sweet, now to start writing how you guys get into beacon. Alright then, I'm going to take a shower. Why? I don't tell you how to live your life. But you do...

Soon the true adventure starts.