Limitless lights lined a night sky. Each pinpoint stuck to the pitch black expanse, gently wavering its soft light in a silent chorus with the stars surrounding. Each blinking beacon cast its beams far and away and down till they reached the surface of another star -- Pop Star. Only this speckled sky was visible, and the partly lit, pallid, placid plains below were just as eventful the lazy night overhead.

Somewhere, amid the black in between, however, something stirred...

Just as a spoon stirs a cup of hot cocoa, the thing stirring in the distance was nothing small. No no,it was quite the opposite.

A dark figure lay under the rubble of a just collapsed building. It seemed as if the figure was dead, as from being crushed by the rubble. It was cold as ice, but that's what you should expect from an always dark figure. The figure stirred, breathing in deep breaths of air, as if it had almost drowned in a pool, but came up for breath just in time. Its eyes opened, a red glow coming from them.