River-Acheron

June 2013 - Two months after the events of HOMETOWN. Winter stared at his grim reflection in the cracked mirror that hung by a thread over the filthy sink in the chapel's bathroom. As icy tears ran down his 16 year old cheeks, he pondered how his life (if one could even call it that) had gotten to this point. He was broken. Utterly and completely broken. As he gazed at the pathetic reflection of a skinny, confused boy with floppy white - almost translucent - hair, button nose, and abnormally red lips, he silently asked himself how the truth he recently learned about himself was even possible. Granted, nothing about Winter was what anyone - including himself - would classify as "normal"....especially after being adopted by The Order. "It's not like they need me anyway!" he sniffled. "They're just looking to increase their numbers." That much was true. Recent events had pushed The Order even deeper into hiding. Blame it on more outsiders moving here. Blame it on an increased American

June 2013 - Two months after the events of HOMETOWN. Winter stared at his grim reflection in the cracked mirror that hung by a thread over the filthy sink in the chapel's bathroom. As icy tears ran down his 16 year old cheeks, he pondered how his life (if one could even call it that) had gotten to this point. He was broken. Utterly and completely broken. As he gazed at the pathetic reflection of a skinny, confused boy with floppy white - almost translucent - hair, button nose, and abnormally red lips, he silently asked himself how the truth he recently learned about himself was even possible. Granted, nothing about Winter was what anyone - including himself - would classify as "normal"....especially after being adopted by The Order. "It's not like they need me anyway!" he sniffled. "They're just looking to increase their numbers." That much was true. Recent events had pushed The Order even deeper into hiding. Blame it on more outsiders moving here. Blame it on an increased American