(Warning) Depictions of death, murder, abuse and overall violence is in this book. If you do not wish to read such actions, move on to another book. I am sorry. It's been nine years since Shadow died. The moon dimly lit the ground. Trees encircled the forest's clearing. The surrounding grass was stained with a red hue, bodies were scattered and littered all around. A lone cloaked man stood tall in the center of the bloody carnage. He gazed around the bodies, making sure they were dead. His cold and fierce glare chilled the air around him. His black hair and cloak flowed in the chilling wind, covering his eyes occasionally and obscuring his legs. He softly moved his hair away from his face. His face. besides his eyes, was masked by a black cloth, some drops of blood stained his mask. He turned to his side, waving his arm to a young boy, around fifteen years old, who looked down with sullen eyes.