Seraph walked in the streets, his head down. He wa thinkig, it was his first day at the Crimson Academy. Everything seemed so new to him again, yet he already witnessed what he can do and what he can see. Red lines, in different tones. Those who shined were the despair of people, and the more dark lines were their hidden hatred. Always with a sad face, he never understood what made the origin of this power. Maybe now he would understand. [i]All of this... I have to understand it fully well. I can't lose control of my power anymore.[/i], he thought. He soon found himself at the front entrance.