The silence of night is the closest thing there is to my perfect world.

Cyrus sits on the edge of the cliffside near Sunyshore City, alone, watching the way the moon's reflection dances on the surface of the ocean. Why he's back here, he has no idea.

Whilst his underclassmen all believe he's a perfect, emotionless being, he's not. He's just good at pretending. Inside, he's hurting. Still hurting from growing up in that house.

He closes his eyes, a rare frown tugging at his lips as he runs a hand through his hair with a tired sigh.

His new world will be better. No emotions. No pain. No torment.