At night, in a quiet and misty forest; There's a boy running in amok. He sweats and pants heavily, trying to get away from the frenzied mob chasing him.

Mob Lead: "Capture that freak! Don't let him get away!"

This poor man, desperately running for his life. His tears won't stop dripping, as he kept hearing their murderous intent. Hey? Have you noticed something... odd? Despite having a huge gap in distance between him and the mob, the man heard their curses clearly?

Man: "No! No! No! Shut up! Shut up!" he whimpers.

Atop of the trees, a silhouette of a cloaked man has appeared. He's been observing his prey with a gaze as cold as ice. His prying eyes lies an enigmatic desire like- he's preparing for something.

Cloaked Man: "Let the hunt begin!"

Alas, the moment has come! The cloaked man has made his move, synchronous of that of a nightly breeze, concealing his presence completely.

Back at the man, fear grows drastically.

Man: "What should I do? What should I do?! I don't wanna die yet! I don't wanna die!"

Hey? Wanna know what's on his mind? Escaping the raging mob!

He hid himself well before but when fear and panic strikes? You'll never know what happens next!

Mob 1: "Sir! I hear commotion on that way!"
Mob Lead: "Well then, ALL EYES ONWARDS, EVERYONE!"

Raged noises gone louder, after being spotted by one of the mob. But- despite all that, the man has an upper hand in terms of distance.

Man: "A cliff?! Sh*t! A dead end!"

Back at the mob, most of them are struck by fatigue except the leader. He spotted that the man had stopped.

Mob Lead: "Why did he stopped? Wait, don't tell me it's a dead end?"

The man examines how deep the cliff goes and after evaluating the area,

Man: "No way! The cliff is too high!"
Mob Lead: "Playtime's over kid! There's nowhere for you to run or hide around here! Give up!"

The man's trembling but took the courage to leap.

Man: "NEVER!"
Mob 2: "We've lost him."
Mob 3: "D*mn, I- "

The mob leader pats the discouraged member.

Mob Lead: "Don't worry, that brat will get what he deserved. Let's just leave it all to him. He'll finish the job, just as his master promised."

Meanwhile...
The man miraculously survived the fall. He left the stream and lay under the tree.

Man: "Finally, I can rest!"

Or so he thought.

In that area, someone's expecting his arrival; unbeknownst to the man. And that someone is none other than the cloaked man from earlier, who happens to be one of the people aftering his life. The cloaked man moved quietly but- no matter how quiet he is, the man's hearing senses is impeccable.

The cloaked man sheathed his weapon and alas! He made his move! He ambushes the man from behind and is targeting to slash the man's head but the man evaded his pursuer's surprise attack with his natural reflexes, leaving only a cut on the man's cheek.

The man's alarmed by the cloaked man's impulse, he immediately distanced himself from his attacker. He checks and noticed that his attacker just stand there, undisturbed.

The man stood up, stabilizing his composure and is trying to fight back but- his vision are all wobbly and spinning. He felt something dripping on his right cheeks and wipe it off, only to realized that the cloaked man inflict a cut on him.

Man: "Blood?"
Cloaked Man: "Great reflexes! As expected from a Rare Blood!"

The attacker is commending the man's quick wits but the man is calm and on high alert. He examines his attacker's weapon thoroughly despite such blurry vision. With his insane sight senses, he saw something dripping on the weapon.

Man: "What's that?"

The man couldn't tell what's that liquid coating the dagger but something tells him it's bad news.

Man: "Wha – the hell's going on with me? Just- what's that liquid coating his blade?! Could it be- poison?!"

Regardless how much of a nuisance his wobbly vision is, he never stopped looking at the weapon. The man looks awry, unwell. His breathing gone heavy, big sweat drops, and his body looks heavy.

Minutes later...
He noticed that the cloaked man draws closer and closer.

Man: "No! *cough* Please! *cough* No! I must not- faint!"

The man's vision gone worse, the cloaked man sensed that his prey's strength is slipping, indicating that his prey no longer post any threat. Therefore, he lowered his guard, sheathed his dagger, and closed his distance towards him. The cloaked man looks down to the withering man, he took off his mask and the man couldn't believe his eyes.

Man: "No... this can't be-!"

The cloaked man muttered something but- the man failed to hear him as darkness looms completely into the boy's consciousness.

Present time...
Friday, 8 o'clock at night. Somewhere near the sidewalk, there's a boy with a bluish hair who goes by the name of "Ralph". He's 17-years of age, a Senior High Undergrad. 

Few meters away, there's a bluish, 2nd storey house and Ralph headed in that direction. This house is the boy's 'Home Sweet Home'.
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~ To be continued ~