The next day the cuts through the padding were just as deep but more prolific. Burns marked the door and, strangely, the ceiling. Whole locks of silver hair littered the floor, as well as small smears of what Dr. Naboru and two nurses decided must be blood. They could not explain the slightly metallic sheen to it, though. No one suggested it be analyzed. Again, the camera showed a young girl raging, then a moment of silence, and two burning red points in the darkness. Then nothing.

It was in the third month, just two days before the full moon, that he first heard the other name.