Hooded, we walk under cover of moonlight, striding slowly toward our target like shadows. I like to think that it’s so he can get away, but the mark never does. Their screams echo in my mind, taking the place of whatever memories I lost.

With the fall of Castle Oblivion, we were scattered across the planets, swept into space by the force of the Kingdom Hearts’ explosion. We gave it too much power, and it kept our deserved hearts from us, leving us forever Nobodies.

Four of us landed back on the planet from whence we came. Our hoods conceal our eyes, our keyblades glisten in the lamplight, and we do what we always did: collect hearts.

But on this planet there are no Heartless, so instead we take our life source from the living. The hearts work for a while, and one of us begins to live among the living, but eventually the memory fades and the cloak falls back over their eyes.

So we live like shadows, and forever will, until the end of time where our hearts will form so we can feel the pain of the end.