Sobriquet.

"Lost One,

What grievous sorrow has hardened you so?

What wretched despair has twisted your soul?

Is this world simply too hard to bear?

Is its warmth forever beyond your reach?

What foul terror lies, that has blinded your radiant eyes?

Till naught remains but darkness and malice?

Could it be, we—who tortured you into this?"

- From a tattered parchment, once found in childrens drawing book from a long forgotten orphanage.