Every night, Spen had the same dream. The same damned dream. Or nightmare. Whatever. Spen couldn't tell.

Ever since that day, when Diablos killed his mother, he had the same recurring dream. The dream of a black wolf. A pitch black wolf with white eyes. He didn't even know how he knew it was a wolf. Or how he knew it was looking at him. But he just knew.

Then, he'd wake up the same way. Hungry. Insanely hungry. The orphanage bread and milk didn't nothing to solve this, just made it worse. Hence his bothering the inquisitor. It was actually kind of fun to do as well, especially the expression of his face right after he did it. He couldn't help but laugh behind the restaurant.

Then the was that doctor guy. A weirdo. He felt like the guy was always watching him. Like he was following him around the town all the town. He was friendly. Too friendly. He made some of the neighbors laugh when he was passing by with his terrible Espanola. Heck even he was better at English than the doctor was in Espanola.

But then there was this feeling. A feeling of familiarity that Spen got from him. Anytime he was close, any time he was near the doctor. He always felt it. Like a child who was near his mother.

This feeling of familiarity was, however, accompanied by a weird, minute, yet menacing hostility. A feeling to rip him to shreds. The urge was always too great. Too overwhelming sometimes. Anytime he felt it, he had to leave immediately, or who knows what he might do to him.

So he always run away from him. Day, night, afternoon, evening, he run. And not just from him, but he felt the same way towards the inquisitor as well. Towards him, it wasn't that hostile, more of a nuisance than a threat. It still didn't change anything, though.

But no matter how far you run, you'll always stop eventually.

Spen was at his usual place, near the broken fountain. The water had dried up a long time ago, it had almost been a year, but many people still came here to relax, mostly the aged and the young lovers. He sat with his legs dangling, listening to the song being played by the old man's radio. A song about soldiers at war. Or at least, that's what he heard.

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"Ah, there you are, boy."

Spen span round in fight, almost falling over. Dr. Vott smiled, sitting down beside him.

"Sorry to intrude, boy." Dr. Vott said, "I admire your taste in comfort. A nice quiet place, with a perfect view of the rising moon. Nice."

"Rising moon?"

"Yes. You didn't know?" Dr. Vott asked. "The place you've always been sitting at, consecutively without fail, faces the rising moon. I thought you just liked the moon that's all."

"What are you, a pedophile?"

"No, no, Nana Gisele asked me to find you. She pointed me to this place. Make sure nothing bad happens to you. She really does care for you."

"Yeah, whatever. I can take care of myself, so just go bother the red guy."

"You mean Miguel? He's gone to scout the other towns, looking for some daemon to kill."

The feeling of hostility was rising by the second. He clenched his fist. Surely there had to be something that could make this guy go away.

"Look, I'm fine. I can go home by myself. I always do." Spen said, "I am not a kid anymore."

"You're only what? Eight?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Seems to early to say that you've grown. But who am I to judge, I'm just a lowly scientist."

"Blah, blah blah. I don't care." Spen said as he got down from the fountain. "I'm going somewhere else. Leave me alone."

"Okay, sure. But then, don't blame me if that black figure in your dreams comes for you."

Spen stopped. Figure? Black? Was he talking about the wolf? Spen looked at the doctor, the latter who smiled, fixing his glasses.

"Ah, my hypothesis was right. You do have a hollow. And to think you've hidden it even from the inquisitor when I couldn't even hide mine. Fascinating."

"You see that Black wolf? With the white eyes?"

"Yes I do...wait, wolf?"

Spen nodded. Dr. Vott stared at him confused. All hollow users had the same dream when they acquired their hollows. They found themselves in a black room with a black figure in front of them; a black figure like that of a very tall man with pure white circle eyes. Sometimes it smiled. Or at least, that was happened in a few instances. But a wolf?

"Or you certain it was a wolf?"

"Duh. I'm an orphan, not dumb."

"I know," Dr. Vott said, "But a wolf...this is very fascinating indeed."

Spen didn't know what was fascinating about this. The fact that his was not a person but or wolf or the fact that they both had hollows. Either way, he didn't care. The hostility was rising and he could feel the wolf wanting to take over. He left the doctor alone.

Dr. Vott didn't notice, or rather he did but was too absorbed in his thoughts to notice Spen leave. A wolf? Was this why The First had sent him? Because the hollow this time was different. Was it because...no it couldn't be. But it was possible...No...no way. Not even Gerald Tason had thought of this...no. He had. But that was...impossible.

Dr. Vott shook his head and laughed. "Fascinating."