Beneath the Shadow of Trust

Long silver hair framed delicate green eyes as they blinked up at Xion.

The petite boy, who had slightly recovered from his disease, had a red blush coating his cheek. A sight Xion had not seen until now.

Dressed in a red silk robe, he crouched on the floor. Those eyes blinked at him, looking so innocent that at one glance one would assume he was an angel.

However, the blood beneath his feet told another story.

Despite the beauty of the dim-lit room adorned with precious trinkets, Xion found his sight falling on the dead body.

The body of a male, in his late thirties perhaps, was sprawled over the cold floor covered with red. His limbs were twisted in an awkward position, and his eyes were gauged out.

Xion placed his hand on his mouth to muffle the soundless scream threatening to rumble out of his trembling lips.