"Tell me why you are here, stranger."
The alleyway was too dark beneath the giant moon with embezzled cold light. A red-haired princess was cornering a criminal that did not belong in this world as they let the silence eat them.
The night sky was aglow with bright city lights. The evening sun cast long shadows on the ground. You could look up at the blanket of stars that stretched to infinity.
"I'm not him." The boy began, red-eye staring at the princess with reassurance and defence. "I'm not your Axel." The young Vergessene continued as he slowly put his right hand on the side of the sword, trying to lower it down.
Axel used his left hand to tug at the eyepatch that was covering his blue eye and let it fall down from his head. "Your Axel's family has been trying to turn me into him."