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Before Kiya stepped out of the dark alleyway she tilted her head to the clouded sky, allowing the heavy drops to fall through her transparent figure. She stood there, head tilted back, palms facing upward, for a while trying to remember how rain felt. It had been over two hundred years since she had felt rain or anything in general. That is, besides heartache and regret. This she felt nearly every day after her death. Blinking her dark blue eyes hard, trying not to remember the dream she had awoken to, she turned her head away from the dark clouds and walked out into the busy streets.

Kiya walked down the sidewalk looking down at her feet and the tiny splashes the rain drops made beside them. She knew this town by heart; every house, every shop, every street or alleyway that's what happens when you aimlessly wonder a place for over two hundred years. Sighing she looked around to find herself in a small neighborhood filled with nice little homes. She continued to walk on the sidewalk and would occasionally look up at the houses she was passing.

As Kiya passed some houses she suddenly stopped. Looking up from the ground she peered through the rain and her eyes settled on a thin boy about her age or at least the age she died as. Kiya tilted her head to the side slightly as she examined the boy. There was something different about him. She wasn't sure what it was but she knew that something was different.