Kyraid
Kyraid looked at the group of people. He had a blush on his face, but it wasn't visible. He wondered if anyone would notice him and his silence. He decided not, but stood there and watched anyway. He had just had a rough day, but was getting over it the best he could. His black hair fell over his brown eyes that looked more black than brown. His heart thudded in his hollow chest that had no emotional heart inside. His family was all dead from the disease, yet he was not dead. He cursed himself for still being alive silently, and still watched over the crowd, his hood pulled over his head.


















