A lone alleyway holds many secrets, specters of those who have died by his hands. Ghastly appearances of fingers point at him but he merely ignores it. There was only one person who died that he cared about. No one else mattered to him in the slightest. At least, that’s what he tells himself. “None of you can amount to him… he was everything to me so go!” The raven haired shouted with malice in his tone. “Death is natural, get used to it.” Not aware that he looks crazy to those who may hear.