It wasn't meant to be this way. Everything had been going so well until it didn't. Now, you found yourself hiding in a well known Highblood Church. The Clown Church, to be exact. You didn't believe in any of it, but no one had to know that. For now, this place kept you out of the pouring rain outside and the feeling of being hunted. Not to mention, there were few people, making it easy to hide in the back pews.

The only unnerving part was the silence. The lack of talk or speech. You expected a sermon, prayer, something instead of the silence thrown over the room like a blanket. It was almost more unnerving than the world outside, but at least it wasn't dangerous.

You jumped a little when a highblood sat beside you without a word. He had curly black hair, long horns and milky white eyes. He didn't look at you, or even bother you like you had expected. He simply joined in the silence of the church. Though the stitches holding his mouth shut hinted that it may have not been silence by choice.