In a street full of dark rain, there walked a small shadowy figure known by the name of Silence. He was young, around the age of fourteen, yet possessed a particular cloud of despair and emptiness inside his heart that made his brown eyes seem so old and aged, as if gazing upon them would tell of a thousand stories. The boy strode, as all the members of his family did, to his destination with only a tinge of slight discomfort that would be hard to catch by anyone to who would walk by. The girl who walked beside him did notice however, the tinge of sadness, the ever-lasting burden that it was impossible for those marked with the Alliance to ever resist. She held his hand tightly, as they walked into the mist together.