A stranger in his own mind...
A young man in ill fitting clothes, his white hair blowing back to reveal an eyepatch snugged over his right eye, looked up at Titans Tower, lost and alone in a world he had no memory of... except this place, and the face of a boy.
"Little bird... ?" He mused aloud to himself, and was oddly disgusted by the sound of his own voice. Had it always been so weak and unrefined? Surely not...
Unsure what to do, he looked for a bell or knocker with which to signal his arrival at this oddity of architecture. After all, he had nowhere else to go... as far as his mind knew, there was nowhere else.
"Little bird... ?" He mused aloud to himself, and was oddly disgusted by the sound of his own voice. Had it always been so weak and unrefined? Surely not...
Unsure what to do, he looked for a bell or knocker with which to signal his arrival at this oddity of architecture. After all, he had nowhere else to go... as far as his mind knew, there was nowhere else.