• The last of the sunshine for the day shined upon the girl's pale body. A few minutes went by, then the light was gone. Somebody stepped into the alley way in which the girl lay. He had short, blond hair, and would've been considered incredibly cute in the girl's mind. But she was dead, or close to. If she wasn't, she would be soon. After all, this was his world. He controlled almost everything. There was one thing that he could not control; the people. They acted upon their own will most of the time.

    Taking pity on this girl, the man leaned down and healed her wounds with his magic. She was well now. Physically, if nothing more. The girl's eyes opened slowly, and she gazed up at him.

    "Hi," he greeted politely. "What's your name?"