It was dark outside and rain slowly drizzled onto the ground. The streets were empty as it was late at night. No one dared to come outside except for a particular figure with a black cloak covering his whole body along with a metallic mask covering his face. He blended in perfectly with the night so it was not like anyone could see him anyway. If someone did manage to take off his mask then they shall see his real face. The criminal that was once known as Fairy Tail mages Lance Knighthunter. That side of him was no more however as his real face was now littered with burns and scars.
The once shining beam of hope known as Lance Knighthunter now sit behind a metallic mask with no feelings other than despair. He had witnessed his mom and dads death and the burning of his own house while he was in Sin. He had to go through the scientific procedures which awoken his magic again. These trials that he faced while in Sin were just memories but they were enough to hurt him and wear him down enough to the point were he tipped over the edge. The final thing that made him Despair was witnessing the one true love he had dead in front of him, hopelessly crippled on the ground.
He sat alone in the streets and he got down on his knees and took a breath "Why..." he said in a distorted voice due to the mask "Why have I become who I am now..." he punched the ground "Why did SHE have to die... Why did I leave her side... Its my fault for what happened..." he said as he got back up "I must not give up... I will find whoever did this to her and show her more Despair than anyone in this hopeless world has ever faced..." he said as he started to walk deeper into town, hidden from everything.
Despair reigned in this world now. Everyone with hope would eventually either die or have their hope burned out. That is what happened to the innocent boy that he used to be. His flame of hope slowly but surly burned out. There were other people who were starting to become like this as well. It was perfect really.