"I... lost didn't I?" Came the small trembling voice from the small trembling girl. This had Cains head tilt to the side. "Yes you did." Once one tear streamed down her cheek, Cains finger lifts to catch it only to withdraw it once he watched it slide down her eye and down her tinted cheeks. "My my..." murmured his smooth and dark voice as he finally caught the tear in his hand. His eye had a silver of mirth in them. "What pretty tears you have..." ------------- Anastasia Thorne has been part of illegal underground fighting ever since she was found in the streets in the night. Alone and abandoned with a bleeding head. She fights for the million dollar prize and to use to restore her lost memories, and to repay all those who would help her. However what if a lonely Prince of Envy wins it all instead? A lonely prince who unlike the oblivious girl remembered everything? What would happen if he took it upon himself to bring her under his one watchful eye within the most lavish of skyscrapers which ever reached to the skies in all of Asia? "This place is dangerous from all sides, youngling" He reveals and Ana decided to ignore the nickname. She peered up at him like a lost child who had finally found a branch of guidance. "Above, below, left or right-" He looked at her, "-and center." "But among all other things... Welcome to Abel"