The scratching on the door as thick claws shredded through the wood was a horrid sound. Nobody as a kid thought their death would come a slow and painful rip to the chest, at least not Stellith. No, he wanted to grow up and become a medic, and that he did. But what is the use of a medic if they are dead themselves? He went on a single trip to the Harmonzi jungle with a troop, and while they were fighting he found himself running into the delicate ruins of an old village. His body pressed against the cold stone wall as the calls continually sounded from outside the door. Then he heard a snap, and came face to face with amber eyes..