A shapeshifter, A sacrifice, A change. Blood. Who is she? A mystery. Why is she here? A mystery. Who is she with? A mystery. Where is she going? A mystery. Spilled blood lies on her tattered clothes. But whose - hers or someone else's? A mystery. Yet her complexion is thought to be known, but no one knows who she really is in The Town of Dræm. Only one question remains: what is she? A danger. Hope is a small thing. The last thing that he holds onto. For what reason? A mystery. He is a mystery. He is imprisoned. But where is he truly trapped? Only he knows. Hope is a flame that must be fed - and he's sick of throwing damp twigs into the fire. It takes two to tango they say, yet why is he always alone? Why was he always alone? To him it is clear, yet to the world they merely see a mystery, a danger. Arriving at The Town of Dræm at nine, with no memory of his past, he only had the future to live for. And some doors are meant to remain locked, otherwise they key might be what kills you. And sometimes the future is all you can live for when all you have ever known was pain. Pain you thought you left behind, pain that trails you, pain that is a mystery but to him. Pain that never leaves him, pain that is a danger.