His heart-rapidly beating yet. That's not what should be happening. It should've been quiet- not moving like the rapid sea of emotion in his head.

Nico hadn't expected life neither the one he had gained now. Ever so fragile to the world outside. His porcelain skin, cracking at the slightest touch. So he remains indoors with the fisherman Arhenix.

He couldn't quite comprehend the loss of others as he was new to the world us humans know. His glistening glass fingers, drifted over the ever piling books in the house.

He became curious after a few days, inquiring by Arhenix to try and ease the burning fire inside the fragile man. He'd start questioning the world outside of the cabin.

Which he'd soon come to learn, is harsh. He wanders the old streets of Britain with a purpose in his struts. A cloak around his form to prevent anyone from spotting him.

The people bumped into him, his hand breaking off and shattering n impact on the ground. Nico freezed, running into the old shop in fear of anyone seeing his trembling form-when he heard a peculiar noise inside the store..