A boy, rude yet so sweet, his Heterochromia eyes holding enough emotion to convey his feelings as he stared at his dear mother in the kitchen preparing dinner with a ghost of a smile on his face. His fluffy maroon haircovering most of his upper left part of his face, a black mask covering the bottom of his face, his beautiful light ocean blue left eye covered as his pinkish red one similar to a rose quartz stayed out, a light coral sweater covering his torso, and a regular pair of jeans wrapping itself loosely around the his legs, this boy merely dressed like his idol, Viola Mask, an Author that inspired many youth of his age and even adults, though Viola disappeared long before the boy was even in school. Who was this boy so passionately dressed like his idol? His name is Ray Philip Sherkley, though he prefers Crow over his real name.

Now you must be wondering by now, what of his mother that he stared so passionately at? Well, she is Rosa Viola Sherkley, a beautiful bright eyed woman, her eyes similar to her son’s yet not conveying far more sadness than one may believe, her beautiful silky short hair also similar in hue with her son, though she dressed quite casually, contrasting with her son, her torso was covered up in a soft long sleeved dress shirt unbuttoned as her t shirt draped down to the half way point of her knees, her legs covered up by her skinny jeans. To put it in shorter words, she was simply breathtaking, some would regret not meeting her sooner as her loyalty was far stronger than a dog’s.

Though, who am I to be telling this story? Well I’m merely an author, and this is a story dedicated to these two, as a tribute for his disappearance before and now. You can call me Bian or even Batin, although this probably the last you’ll hear of me, well, in this form at least.