Hanzo squinted his eyes, being extremely sensitive to light, the sun was directly over him, shining viciously with it's ultraviolet rays. Until he couldn't stand it anymore, he took refuge in a dark alley, oblivious to the teens, criminals and misfits not just a few feet away. He wiped his perspiring forehead with a small cloth, feeling the lost souls close in, he thought he could feel the breath of one, he spun in a insane manner, the tip of his blade, still having a bit of blood from earlier, was held to a small, ragged-clothed child. She peered up at him, hazel eyes showing great fear.

"Mister, can you spare a copper please? I am starving." *She was thin in build, her body beginning to eat the muscle, trying to survive, the outlines of her bone were prominent, even through the little clothing she did have.* "......." *He tossed a loosely tied bag, spilling many silvers and golds as it contacted with the ground.

She was grateful, jumping around and singing. He leaapt off, pausing at a warehouse, taking shelter in something with a roof over it. He was faced with many mice and rodents, he impaled each one with a few, small shattered pieces of glass that was by the door, and leapt on the box, deciding to take a nap.*