Screams are getting carried by the wind, empty echos lacing the ashen air. The streets are now painted with blood, covered with bodies whose lives have been taken, and the only ones who are spared, are the ones who created the chaos, and the ones who escape. Fire covers the city, but that is only here. All around the world, the exact same thing is happening. No matter if it's the middle of the night, or the sun is shining, there is no place spared from the anarchy. In the city of Khilia however, there is a little something different, that separates from the rest of the chaos. In the city of Khilia, however, a man, wearing a burgundy-colored robe, a hood covering his head, discovers something that is the biggest surprise he has seen in a while. What does he find? A little girl, slightly wavy and disheveled auburn hair, lightly spotted freckles on her face, looking to be not older than four. Her eyes held fire and fear at the same time as she looked at the robed man, her little hands clenched into fists, pressed against her scrawny body. Her clothes were ripped and raggedy, her honey-colored skin scratched and scarred all over, obvious proof that she was orphaned. The man smiled gently, taking the little girl's hand, even as she ripped it away, her eyes settling into a glare.

"Come, little one," the man said, taking off his hood.

He looked at her with seemingly gentle blue eyes, complimenting his welcoming smile that he was giving the orphaned girl

"Nobody will hurt you if you come with me. I'll make sure you will get all better," he told her, reaching his hand out again

The little girl, understanding the words and the kind and gentle tone, places her tiny, skinny hand in his, and the man gently grasps it. So on that day, the day filled with chaos and destruction, a new bond was formed. A new family and kind home in the eyes of the little girl, and a new person for his consortium in the eyes of the robed man. One who he will shape, as the greatest killer of them all.