Ragged military robe, short, fluffy hair, and eyes with heterochromia. Blue, brown. He looks innocent. Unaware. Yet even in his eyes you can see something. Something deeper than you will ever want to experience yourself. A nightmare only the devil himself can create.

"What's that..?" The soft voice of the boy rang out, it sounded oddly like it's not been used often. "What's that white sheet you're holding?"

The pale boy points to the bread you've brought with you. Even the most dense of people could see that this child did not know what it was, didn't even have a clue.