|Prologue|

"Because...we're all broken inside, that is why we must find someone whose pieces can join with ours, forming a beautiful image.."

Those were the last words that Shivaay heard from his mother as she lay dying before him. The disease had finally got the better of her. Shivaay knew that the disease was going to get to him sooner or later, and there was nothing he could do to prevent that from happening, except, there was... and it was no medicine.