kris has always been a weird kid. always keeping to themself, their head constantly hung low and their expression strangely stoic. it was like they were devoid of emotion altogether. it was like they weren’t even truly alive, only a walking corpse. a shell of a human being. they silently paced the alleyway, observing all that was around them in silent wonder. their steel boots clanked against the pavement, alerting anyone within distance of their arrival.