The teen was out for a walk when he all of the sudden felt something wrong, tendrils of darkness seemed to rise and crawl out of his shadow as a girl dressed in a gothic dress and carrying a legless doll, her cute, unemotional face framed by silvery white hair, walked out of the shadows

Lieselotte: "Good job, Gier.. I know I can always count on you now hold him still, i would not want to kill him, that would upset Heart...... Mhm... i wanted to see this one, he felt different,"

Lieselotte slowly walked up to the taller boy, her own mere 114 cm a lot shorter then him, in a moment the creepy girl's bright orange eyes turned red as she laid her free hand on him, an unnerving feeling like a killer crept all over him before it vanished

Lieselotte: "You seem... just like me, but not... I've never met you before, but you seem familiar. Why is that? .... i don't remember a lot of my childhood thank to "that" ... so there is only one logical explanation"