The hallways of the abandoned building echoed with every step.Cold,empty.Just the way Azra liked it.He wasn’t one for company,he didn’t need it.At least,that’s what he always told himself.Power was what drove him,not sentiment.Not until today.

He rounded a corner,the dim light from a flickering bulb barely illuminating the path.That’s when he saw him.A boy,no more than fifteen,sitting against the cracked wall,knees drawn to his chest.His clothes were worn and torn,his face pale beneath a mop of messy hair.

The boy flinched when Azra approached but didn’t run.That was curious.

Azra tilted his head,studying him. "What are you doing here, kid?" *His voice was sharp,not one meant for kindness.