Oh my god is he dead?!, I desperately search for a pulse, when I find none I begin to freakout, it wasn't this first time I'd seen a dead body, hell it wasn't even close, but all the dead bodies I'd seen before were of animals or other species, it was a completely different feeling to see a newly dead version of your old species. ( though shadows are technically just undead humans, they are commonly viewed as a completely different spieces), I was pacing in panic before I hear something shift on the floor, I look in time to see the boy, the PULSE LESS boy sit and put his hand it his head momentarily as if in pain before turning and locking eyes with me, "AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" the boy let out a blood curdling scream before hurriedly stumbling to away from me,throwing his arms in front of his face in a protective motion. Ooooooohhhhh. I merely stare at the trembling boy as the reality of the situation dawns on me, I then lean down and offer a hand to him, "New shadow right ?, didn't anyone ever tell you not to sleep on the job ?" I say jokingly, yeah, the more I look at him the more sure I am, the kid looked like he couldn't be older then 13 but a shadow servants features can only come in 4 colors, black, white, silver and grey, and eyeing his moon white skin, his soft looking silver hair, and innocent black eyes, tied in with the fact that he didn't have a pulse, he has to be a shadow, so why does he look so confused ?, "Wh-who are you ?!" he says backing up even further, I then notice giant cut going down the length of his calf, shadows don't feel pain but they can be harmed, I doubt he's noticed but he still needs to tend the wound, "You're hurt !" I say ignoring his question and pulling a small first-aid kit from my satchel, "Stay still" I say leaning down to inspect the cut, he stays perfectly still and silent as I disinfect and wrap the wound, look up to find him looking at me like I'd just grown three heads, "What?" I ask him, his dumbfounded look quickly turns into a frown, "Who are you?, where am I?, did you bring me here?, how did I getv here?, are you going to hurt me?", I sat there staring at him for a moment, registering the questions before taking a deep brreath as I realized what must have happened, "Shadow, Shadow woods, no, I don't know, no" While he's digesting my answers I decide to ask a question of my own, "What's the last thing you can remember?" I say fearing his answer, he closes his eyes, briefly frroowing his eyebrows in concentration, when he opens them he looks even more conufsed then before, " I don't remember". I feel my blood go cold.