He strode slowly down the gray halls with his usual axe he carried around. The day was cold and glum. The clouds covered the sun,the wind blew harshly and the smell of blood filled the air.

Jim's tall figure roamed about glumly. For a man who was just twenty nine years old he looked older due to his dark rings under his eyes and his bad posture. But he still was a very handsome man in a strange way. The women in the building used to stare at him with amused and swooning eyes but the men of the building despised and feared him greatly.

His swift feet took him to his room where he locked himself for days without food or any sunshine. He sat down on the bed and sighed.

His body was tired after his previous encounter. He wiped his bloody hands with the white handkerchief he carried around. The blood staining the handkerchief and his shoulders relaxed as he kneeled on the bed and clasped his hands together.

He silently prayed with his pale blue eyes closed and his large hands shaking. His coat spread on the floor as he continued to stay deep in his prayers. His long pale fingers strained and his baby blue eyes shut. Desperately feeling for something...

"Forgive me father for I have sinned.." he mumbled atleast and got up slowly. Failing to find anything...He felt empty..he was empty..

He sat on the bed for lord knew how long. He was in a deep thought. The people in the building often talked about him. He had appeared in the building on a cold stormy night with bloody hands. He had a strange aura around hin that scared people and his tall figure made people raise their eyebrows.

He was alone and would not utter a word. He was carrying a white handkerchief and a dress. A woman's garden dress. It was a blue short dress detailed with flowers and intricate shades. He looked very haunting and disturbing. His shoulder length,black hair wet from the rain. He stood infront of the building that day.

It had been a year since he had been there and the people knew barely anything about him. They were always curious about who he was, what purpose did he have,where was he from...

The women often thought about talking to him but they were all afraid of him. Even though he was very attractive he sure was unpredictable and dangerous. The men warned them several times about him but nevertheless they talked and felt aroused when he was around.

He sat down blankly on the bed with his face in his hands. He just seemed to be living..

He was detached from the world around him.. he knew nothing about the people too.

He was sitting down staring at the same blue dress he had always had, when he heard a knock on the door.

He looked at the door slowly. He had never had any visitors and he didnt even want anyone visiting him.

He stared at the door unbothered about the person behind the door. He didn't want to open the door.

The person knocked on the door again but he still didn't open the door. His black hair covered his eyes as he returned his gaze to the dress he was holding. He hugged the dress,remembering..

He could still remember the day as if it was just yesterday.

Another knock came on the door again and he was pulled sharply back to reality.

He snapped and threw the door open. He was enraged..Who was it.

It was a woman. A woman with blonde hair and brown eyes. The woman wore a green light dress and long stockings.

He stared at her with a frighteningly angry face.

He gripped his axe tightly trying to suppress the want to kill her...

The girl was scared and backed away. Immediately she ran away. He stared at her run away and went back inside.

He didnt even remember the girl after the encounter. He sat back down on the bed and fell asleep,tightly hugging the dress