Lost Souls and the arrival of the Shadows: ShadowVerse-Volume 2: Part 0

Chapter 1: The Fallen Star

Everything began in year two thousand and ten, with a man who was wandering the streets of Catanzaro, an italian city. He was about one meter and eighty centimeters tall, had green wavy mullet hair and two round eyes with two pupils of different colors: the one in the right eye was black while the one in the left eye was green, just like his hair. His face was oval, his little nose was straight, his skin was pale and smooth, his lips were shelf and pinkish, his cheeks were empty as he was quite slim and his jawline was well-definied. He was robust and adorned a rigid posture. His hands were full of scratchs with short nails while his arms and legs were long and robust. He wore a black scientist cotton coat, a white leather shirt underneath, a green wool tie, black denim jeans, and white and green gam sneakers.

Yet nobody ever managed to explain who he was and why he had that weird look. The only thing that was known about him was that he came out from nothingness, like a ghost in research of revenge. Many started to relate him to demons or any possible malignant entity known to man until now.

He entered the bar, walking rigidly and calmly, pushing doors of pine door with iron handles tinted with yellow and glass resembling windows on their upper side. The bar was all crafted from pine wood, including the many tables and chairs spread across all its area, and the longer barman table, that was put atthe bottom of the room. There were many fridges full of alcohol behind the barman's table, and five long stools in front of it.

"Oh? Hello there, sir Bob!" the barman greeted joyfully. "The barman was around one metre and eighty centimetres tall. He was slim and robust. He had an oval face, a fair, smooth skin, green hair with a korean mullet with a semi-leaf cut, red round eyes, a curved nose, a little mouth with small and pinkish lips, robust cheeks and a defined jawline. He had a rigid posture. His limbs and hands were average-sized while his nails were cut with precise care. His chest was flat, his waist definied and his hips straight. He wore brown, formal leather shoes, and cotton clothes: black, straight pants, a bowtie, a white shirt with braces and a denim black jacket."

"Do you take the usual?" he asked with a wink.

"Double this time…" Bob replied with a look lost in his thoughts and worry.

"Something is wrong? Have you been fired from your new job?" the barman asked while he prepared two glasses of Vodka with mastered and pre-thought movements.

"Uh? No… no… I was just thinking about something…" Bob answered before sitting on a chair near the table. The barman gave him the two Vodkas.

"Did they at least tell you what it is about?" the barman asked.

"Actually no, they didn't inform me, nor did I do research. I don't even have a phone," Bob answered while drinking his first Vodka.

"Tell me the name of the agency," the barman replied.

"Oh, sure, it is named― mmmh… I don't know," Bob said as he drank the second Vodka.

"Oh come on! How did you get this job in the first place?" the barman asked with a surprised look.

"Good question, I don't have an answer," Bob answered.

"Argh… well, now that I think about it, you never told me your full name," the barman said.

"It's Dr. Bob Omega," Bob replied.

"Doctor?" asked the barman.

"No, Dark Rain," Bob answered as he got up.

"Welp, I gotta go, see you around!" Bob greeted the barman and then went away. He went towards a hidden lab. The air was dark and negative, causing Bob to be very uncomfortable as he knew nothing about this stupid and arcane place. He entered the lab, it was really dark but footsteps could be heard. Probably some scientists who were making some experiments with the lights off. He didn't forge questions in his mind and began to walk straight, hoping to not hit anything or anyone.