Flashback. His footsteps were constant on the floor of the back alley. They made a continual reverberating impact sound as he ran. "He went this way" someone called from behind and another answered with "catch the murderous little shit". Was that what he had become? A murderer? No. Galath shook his head as he rounded another corner. He'd run these very alleys as a child of no more than nine or ten and knew them as well as he knew his own hand. "Hisagi Shuhei." Galath nodded and stepped into line beside him as a gateway opened leading into a bright, white light. "And I'm Galath Tristan."