Author's POV:
The young male teenager hesitated outside the door to the crowded bar. He had come to this city for one last errand for his master before he would choose to find his origin. Almost an ancient in his field of service, even at such a young age, he was weary of the years of living in a stark world void of the emotions, since he didn't even know how he had come about. Whenever he tried to remember, large bouts of pain assailed his entire body, that he had given up on himself until he had met the old woman from nowhere.
Still, he had one last goal to accomplish, one more thing asked of him by his master, and then he could pursue his real mission with an easy mind. It wasn't that he was on the verge of losing his soul, or his mind,he could hold out longer should he choose. It was just the bleakness of his life, stretching an eternity before him, that had dictated his decision. Yet he could not refuse this errand.
