The sky was very dark, and the night was bitterly cold.
A delicate figure drifted aimlessly through the narrow alley at the end of the street, while fine white snowflakes drifted down from the sky, landing on her youthful face and melting in her palms. Her eyes were devoid of expression, like a pool of stagnant water. At just ten years of age, she was homeless, wandering like a solitary ghost.
"My name is Butcher. If you don't want to die, come with me."
Chapter 263