Tris Vasilisa Belikov crouched in the freezing alley. She could see ghosts as well, even more so since she was shadow kissed, and a half demon. Her bondmate had died years ago though, and the seven year old was left to fend for herself. Sighing, she looked around, seeing the children who had died of lack of food, pain, or other sorrowful causes. Unknown to her, she had a speciality of seeing children, or infant spirits.<br/><br/>Ignoring the pain in her hungry stomach, Tris stood up, and shook the filthy alley water from her clothes. Limping out of the alley, she wandered down the crowded street, tired, dirty, and hungry. Those she passed paid her no mind as usual, and Tris sighed as her shoeless feet came into contact with a wet shard of glass. Looking around, Tris noticed that the drunks were at it again, smashing their empty beer bottles into the wall. Tris pulled the shard from her foot, pain rushing through her in sharp clarity. Wincing, she threw the shard away, and limped back down the street, hoping to find a bandage.<br/><br/>Rain poured from the sky, and the dirty streets constantly got more grit into the young chid's injured foot. Crying out softly in pain as she stepped on a particularly sharp stone, Tris slipped to the ground, hitting the cold wet cement with a muffled smack. Ignoring the warm blood pouring from her palms and feet, Tris crouched against the wall, then slipped into a new alley. She walked further, hoping to escape the moans and cries of the spirits that followed in her wake.<br/><br/>Tears came to the child's eyes, fright shown clearly in her body language and behaviour. Tris slipped into a crevice, trying to stay away from the elements, the ghosts, and the severe hunger and chill that surrounded the streets. She lay down in the basement she had slipped into, exhaustion putting the poor girl into a feverish sleep.