The sun beat down harshly onto the streets of the fair-sized town, leaving the pedestrians little more than a mass of panting, sweating commuters looking to get to their respective destinations as quickly as possible. They wandered down sidewalks and across streets while the occasional car sped by around them, just a faceless crowd populating the area. Sure, they all had stories to tell, but did those stories matter? Of course not, unless they were among the gifted few to carry magical energy within their bodies. A few of them were easy to spot: they tended to look far more comfortable in the heat than the rest, some of them even surrounded in an aura of cold that kept the temperature around them at a much more reasonable level. Not all of the mages blended into the crowd were lucky enough to be able to cast the necessary ice spells, but they were there, and little did they know, they were being watched. A young brunette man stood alone in a shaded alleyway, leaning against the brick of the building next to him and scanning the crowd. To the untrained eye, he was normal: that is to say, entirely human. He looked...shady, sure, considering the place he had chosen to stand and the rather dark expression on his face, but surely he couldn't be much more, right? But if one were to look closer, they would notice a certain anomaly: his eyes were bright red, and had a certain dull, lifeless look to them. The man was not as he seemed. More specifically, he was being possessed. Shiro sighed quietly to himself as he watched everyone scurry past the alley. He wasn't sure why he was still doing this. He'd meant to simply use the borrowed body to explore the town without getting any odd looks, but, much as he'd done for the past few days, he found himself simply watching and listening. What was the point? The one boy he thought he could rely on until the day he died was gone. Shiro didn't think it was possible to fill the void that his old apprentice had left, and yet he still found himself searching. He started to turn back and make his way to the rudimentary cottage he'd constructed on the outskirts of town, and that was when she caught his eye. That one girl with the long, purple hair and the black dress. He wasn't particularly interested in her looks, though; it was the way she carried herself that interested him. Her expression was just as distant and cold as his always was. She even seemed to be actively avoiding the people around her. Maybe she would make a fitting apprentice? She certainly seemed to be the type to agree with his plans...He sighed again, figuring it couldn't hurt to say hello. Maybe she would replace Arrow. Maybe. Walking into the sweltering heat, Shiro began cutting his way through the streets and making his way over to the mysterious girl.