The first thing that I could see was darkness. Darkness and light, mixed together. Everything was blurred, shifted in monotone.
The first tears I cried were when I was first cut open. That scar resides on the center of my chest, and it still brings up enough fear of the pain, when I touch it.
The first happiness I was granted was when Thomas befriended me. He had given me... a flower. A white, tissue paper flower, but a flower none less.
The two gifts that I will always treasure the most are my katana, carved with intricate designs that are worn down with scratches, and my name. These two things were both given to me by Thom.
The last tears I will ever shed was three years ago, when Thom died after a year we escaped. He died against the dirty snow, coughing up blood that stained the snow beside him.
I once told an acquaintance, or "friend" rival of a different gang that I did not consider myself to be human. This is true. Humans are born out of love, and are given emotion to feed upon. I was never. And truly, after a while, the emotions start leaving your heart, your mind. I am merely a cold mind, residing in a shell of a body.
----Ryn----
-KC
-Based off a RPG on CR, with my character Ryn
Special thanks to Exo and Odin/VenM4ge
