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Kami looked over, as his attention was momentarily caught by a small vampire. Time had a way of rebalancing itself, removing those things that might unbalance it, a constant force to stabilize the flow of destiny. Kami's flash diverted from it's path, and lightning wrapped it's glowing fingers around Wraith. Flaming hot energy filled his body, rushing through his nervous system as his nerves were fried, the smell of bruning flesh becoming just a tiny bit stronger for the new victim of the flame. Within an instant, the lightning had reached Mithias's brain, which was reduced to ash.

Time was balanced once more. Mithias was dead. And yet.......

As Mithias opened his eyes after the painful flash of light, he would find himself in a most strange situation. He appeared to be standing in a brightly lit room, one of the walls covered in windows. Around him were small wooden desks, and across from him was a large board. Mithias was standing in a Japanese classroom, in the middle of a sunny day, although it appeared to be desserted. Through the windows, a large blackened forest can be seen, a red sky and an ocean of blood. And yet, somehow, it all seems relatively harmless, as shady figures play sports in-between the leafless trees. The entire room was suffused with an odd warmth, a happiness, a feeling of safety and comfort, a feeling of.... home.

Seated in one of the chairs next to a window was a youth, certainly no more than twenty years of age. He was wearing a completely green school uniform, built not particularly athletic, with jet black short hair. He was most likely Japanese, although his skin was surprisingly pale white. He turns towards you, smiling kindly. His eyes are blood red, and it's clear that this person is the center of the aura. Somehow, you are inside the stone in your pocket, which you can no longer feel, and this is what it looks like. The stranger smiles at you, as he stands up. "Hello. How did you get here?"