"It's cold." a girl roughly the age of 7 stated as she stared down at her snow-covered hands.
'Pure white snow Miyako.' echoed a ghostly voice, strangely like her own. The girl, Miyako, looked left and right, trying to find the voice only the be met with silence. She casted her gaze back onto her hands.
"What is pure white?" she asked again out loud. "What is snow?"
'It is...something that is not red' the voice answered.
"What is something not red?" she asked again shifting her gaze to look up to the sound of footsteps approaching her.
"Are you lost, little lady?" asked a tall, menacing figure with black scleras and red pupils gazing down at her.
May I have a taste of your blood?" asked the mysterious figure as red wings and scaly tails sprouted from his back.
'They eat the flesh and blood of people and their own kind alike. They are beasts disguised as humans.'
"Then what am I?" questioned the same girl 16 years later in a city the humans called Tokyo