Shiro looks out the window and shudders, "I can't stand the dark... It's where the dark souls reside." Shiro's eyes flick to Obsidian. "Your wings, they resemble a common crest worn on the robes of angelic warriors. Warriors in heaven that fight the dark souls... and they also resemble those of a collectors mark." Shiro looks out at the window again, "I guess I'm what you would call a collector... I collect souls of the dead and bring them to judgment." Shiro stands up and turns around, moving her long hair away from the back of her neck. "I have a mark like your wings Sid." *on the back of shiro's neck is a light blue tattoo of angel wings resembling that of Obsidian's jacket's wings*