Out of the Fog Grey found himself standing at the City Limits of his childhood home. Of a city that lived in his nightmares. Oh so beautiful nightmares. He saw his childself enshrouded in black. His face covered by a mask to hide his innocence from his abusers.

Now he wore a mask to hide his face. To protect himself. Some may say a defense mechanism. Not for Grey. Grey, a new name, a new face... or faces. It had been months since he had even removed his mask except when feeding or switching to another. Not a soul had seen his face in nearly a year. And that was fine by him.

Grey walked stepped across the line and entered the domain of one Asa Clarke, Prince of Sacramento. As he moved he felt the fog unwrap him. Dispite the shadow still cloaking him. He kept himself hidden now most of the time. His Masks were offputting for most people. Except in places like the Asylum. He remebered his first trip to the Asylum, if a Mask could smile, Grey might have one.

As he continued to walk he mentally inventoried his weapons. A machettes. An assortment of Daggers, all weighted for throwing, and his personal favorite, a Matt Black Fighting Knife. Instead of coming to a direct point the end was like a Tanto. That Knife had gotten him through alot.

Grey found himself walking down a street that he recognized and decided it was time to track down his friend and make himself known. Things were going exactly as planned...