Memories

Blood... Something so small, yet so important. It's the source of pain, whilst at the same time keeping us alive and healthy. Without it, we would die. Though we know so much about blood, we don't know everything, at least not all of us. Rumours say that there were clans who dedicated themselves to uncovering such mysteries. However only a few did succeed. At the same time, Demons were known because of their vast knowledge of blood. That's right.. The humans were jealous, and started a war. Because of that war, Nero's father died

Such were his thoughts - over and over again. Though he was a student, he did little that a student should or would do, instead, he day-dreamed and in those dreams, attempted to uncover the mysteries of his past. Of course, he nearly always failed, but at least he knows his own past like a cover of a book. That is - very well, for he loves reading, and any cover that he sees, he naturally remembers. Of course, that's nothing compared to the other strange things that he is able to do. Not only can he shoot extremely quickly, but he shoots with deadly, and sometimes even, pinpoint accuracy. That may be the result of the army camp that he lived through, or just pure talent. However, one thing was certain - he is not an ordinary teenager.

And there he was standing, looking out the window. He had no interest in anything, or at least, he didn't have enough interest to go and do it.