Blood, death, screams, pain, darkness this was all that Lia could remember. It had been twelve years since her parents died, twelve years since she last saw anything but darkness. Twelve years to the day that she had been in the guild, now she would take her revenge. Lia knelt hidden among the shadows of the brick framed ally, gun in hand. The pale-clouded moon shown above the busy world, her breath condensing in the light breeze. She listened quietly to the city's nightlife, the cars, the trucks, the people, and the voices, but all this meant nothing to her. Slowly she concentrated on the one sound she wanted to hear, the voices behind the restaurant door. ". Sounds good. Are you sure you' up to dis'? I mean, the guild's pretty close on our heals. Do you t'ink we can get the diamond?" a slurred tongue spoke from the room. "Sure we can. All we got to do is sneak pass some useless guards, how hard can it be? Besides we only need one piece after this." Rasped another. "'Kay. Let's go; it's gettin' cold."

Two dark men stepped out into the night and headed to the road. Lia quietly shifted position to take aim. Thunk. Her arm accidentally tapped the dumpster beside her, and she froze like stone. She focused, listening for the sound of the duo's footsteps, but heard nothing.

'Hello sweet cheeks,' an oddly familiar voice echoed in her head.

Click. A cold ring pressed to the back of her head. BANG!

Lia jumped up from her sleep, a cool sweat pinning her pink pajama pants and white short sleeve shirt to her fragile form. Panting, she opened her hollow eyes to the usual pitch-blackness. She curled her knees to her chest, in a fetal position on the bed, letting nonexistent tears touch her face. For three years she had been repeatedly assaulted by the same dream, the same vision of the mind. In fact, it was the only vision she'd had. For a little over fourteen years she had lived in an orphanage; children had come and gone but no one would take pity on a sixteen-year-old blind girl with no past and no future. The only one she could trust was Lash, the orphanage's black lab, which slept peacefully at the foot of her bed. These were the thoughts that ran through Lia's mind as she curled her ebony topped head to her pale knees, and drifted back to sleep once more.