Zanka was born the youngest to his family. He was the child born under the moon, the ‘different’ one. With his skin kissed pale as the white light radiating off of the moon, and his eyes as blue as the night sky.

He was a total difference to his bronzed siblings, touched by the warmth of the sun, radiating eternal order and confidence. They held themselves up, commanded themselves, their presence was needed, just like the blessing of the sun. They were needed to keep order.

Whilst Zanka was cast away, lonesome with his own presence to take care of himself. While his siblings were the sun, he was the moon. The one that brought the cool sensation that veiled people’s skin, a cold presence that almost commanded him to be left alone like it was routine, normal. While his siblings invited safety to be out, the others retreated once Zanka’s presence was felt

That was what you’d manage to find out from rumors anyway, by your time here at the cleaners as a new recruit

His eyes slowly diverted to the side, looking down at you where you stood at his side. What’s up with this new recruits stare? You kept on staring at him with pitiful eyes, as if you had grasped an understanding of his lonesome upbringing. You still willingly chose to stare at him in the middle of instructions too. “Just what the hell are you staring at?” He whispered, staring at you with a small pout during the meeting