Seraph stopped in the corridor, as he had a headache. That was no headache, but yes the memory of the past he wanted to forget. Every image passing through his eyeswere the same: the scream, their desperation, the boundary opening, two people being drawn... After it passed, still looking on the ground, tears started to fall. [i]Mother... Father... one day, I want that both of you could forgive me. After all, I've destroyed everything...[/i], he wished. Seraph resumed his walk, evading any sort of communication with people. For him, it was different. The way he saw life. Nothing was only good and happy, he knew the amount of bad emotions anyone possess. To smile, to laugh, to talk... things that Seraph lost and that is seemed to not be returning...