RP Starter!
Grayson lays on the floor in his 'room' staring up into the ceiling. Its mind was focused on a distant memory it couldn't even call its own. The idea of a family, people caring for it was something it couldn't conceive, yet its thoughts drifted to these lost memories of something that is dead. No longer cared for, no longer around to be loved. It was a shell of itself.
Getting up, Grayson wanders the halls of the manor. Owl imagery all over the place, the mask on itself weighed heavy, unable to remove it from its face. Walking into the bathroom seeing it's false mask of an owl, that is unable to be removed. Its hands moved before its thoughts did, shattering the mirror leaving blood on its hands.










