In a world of destruction, children are not spared. The youngest of which has been fighting since he was eight years old. the child soldier isn't even a child anymore, but rather a person filled to the brim with unwavering loyalty, as he has been made to fallow his brother blindly through a path of decay. He never questioned it until he lost everything... His brothers... his "father", if you could even call him that. It seemed like he only showed up to go away again. It seems like he'd lost even himself until he is found by one of the only adults swept up in the war. A neutral demon filled to the brim with empathy. Could this be what he needs? A second chance, and a place to start over?

Zak has always wondered about when he would be able to see the color of the sky, or the grass or even his mother's eyes. All his life, he's lived surrounded by shades of white, black and grey. He longed to see what the world around him truly looked like, and when that day would come. Darryl has become used to the bland world he lived in, no longer imagining what his hair color was, or the color of his dog's fur. Any mention of color in conversation made him completely close off and turn into an emotionless being. That is, until he saw the light blue sweatshirt in front of him. *Complete as of October 25, 2019*