A name, a number, and a voice. The only things she can remember. Lost and abandoned most of her life, in the forest. Sapphire is her name. Seven was the age she was left in the forest. A sweet innocent voice that haunts her dreams. Young and innocent she may seem, with shadows and her wolf as her only friends, but deep within a secret lies close to the surface. - . - . - . - . - He feeds on the souls of those he kills, he bathes in the blood of his enemies, and he thrives in the suffering of those around him. He has no heart, he has no soul. When people hear his name they run and hide in fear. His name is James. Heartless he may seem, but deep within his secrets are slowly eating him alive. Like shadows they follow him around, bringing with him the darkness that seems to surround his very being. - . - . - . - . - Ugly secrets seem to grow inside of them each day. Secret against secret, memory against memory, blood will be shed, and secrets will be revealed.