A young girl with oddly white colored hair and skin as if she had never entered daylight sat on the old brick sidewalk, holding a small book and reading aloud to a few children. She wore a simple brown patched cloak, one that almost seemed too large for such a frail individual. Her soft-spoken words flowing out with quiet confidence. "In this world there exists many a folk tale. Tales of evil and corrupted beings; witches, worshippers of all against righteousness, night crawlers which seek to rend the flesh of mortals unlucky enough to cross paths with them. Most of those are only stories however, but some, may be more real than your mothers and fathers have told you, so to make you arrogantly unafraid of what may kill you next. Here in these lands, the lands of Ralnae, there is a personification of death that has been in the back of every soul's mind for a while. A figure in a cloak of blood who's identity is sheilded by a white mask. It is said the character has been around for many a century, as there are stories dated back from when our ancestors had discovered the fertile lands we live on. They say that some evil force had been brought by ship and killed half of their men before finally escaping. Since then the figure of blood has watched over and killed without warning. Victims are founds lying in a pool of blood, skin bearing gruesome boils and blackened vanes which nearly burst through, and eyes which look as if they had been almost melted from their position in the skull. A most unbearable sight, but since no killer is ever found, such a scenario has been marked off as a deadly disease called Melt Syndrome." "Nonsense!" Exclaimed a young man standing nearby. "I have a relative who died from that syndrome and that is all nonsense! Do not read such vile things to impressionable children, you street lurking outcast!" Finishing the accusations, he swung a hand, propelling the book across the sidewalk. She turned her head away from the man, only watching the now dirty book sitting in the road. The man's yelling had brought the attention of others who were walking by, along with the children who had jumped to their feet. They bowed their heads and in unison, apologized for associating themselves with the girl, and ran off as if it was the normal thing to do. And it was.