The city has begun to turn to ruin. Crimes have escalated and the police have little to no control over these happenings. Even so, people still live as if nothing bad was going on around them. They call these types of people, People of the Light, it means that they only know the bright days ahead of them. The other half is called the People of the Dark, which is the opposite of the light bearers. So, this city is only living a lie in the day, and a path of murder in the night.

"Another city was taken down by the virus. It seems that more and more people are coming in contact with this system," an inspector stated as he sat reading the hologram newspaper and taking a sip of his coffee. His partner next to him watched with anticipation as to what their orders will be.

"You say a virus, but is that really what it is? I don't know what the last report said, but you seem to know more than I do?" his partner stated, a bit agitated about being left out of the loop.

"It said a virus or something, but there wasn't much detail in the report. You didn't miss a thing, and anyway, isn't it better to not know anything in the first place?" he shot back to his partner.

"Is it alright to keep everyone in the dark, is what you are asking? Yet, I feel that if we kept this up, bad things will continue to happen," his partner sighed.

"You can say that, but the truth is that everyone is better off left in the dark. I can at least tell you what was in the report, but the people should be left ignorant to this situation. If the public finds out, only panic will ensue the city, and it will destroy all the chances of gaining control of the situation," he explained as he tossed the report to his partner who was very bad at catching it in the first place.

Without a word the young inspector opened the reports and his eyes widen at the content. Pictures of mutilated victims and so many other graphic pictures too hard to really picture.

"What's this?" he asked almost too speechless for actual words. His partner took another sip of his coffee before saying anything.

"Public will panic when they hear anything about this. Those who are intoxicated by this…virus is what they are calling it, they will go on killing sprees before they are also killed. No one knows what happens, but I've seen a few infected people who were killed. Their bodies turned to dust in the end," the inspector stated.

"What is going on with this world?" the partner asked feeling that he was wrong to really know what was going on. The other inspector just simply staired out the window, giving no reply knowing that he wasn't needed to reply. Neither of them said anything for quite awhile, it was a heavy silence.

"Just don't think about it. It's easier to walk around in ignorant bliss, just be like you always are," the silence was broken.

"I can't sir, how can I? Now…I want to save these people," he was challenged.

"That's not a good idea, what if you catch whatever this virus is?" he was asked. The conversation was finished after that. Neither of them spoke again.

Lately, there have been more and more occurrences about people going crazy and killing others. There are rumors going around that it's a new age drug or a virus, but no one actually knows what's causing these things to happen

"I wonder if the police will find the latest killer," a young female student asked, "I mean, it can't be right letting these villains go? Especially since we already have the problems with the gangs in the lower parts."

"I won't count on it. They only find the ones who have already died. It's like they can't find these people at all, my big brother is very reluctant to even let me go outside anymore, also those gangs are dangerous, but even the police can't handle these powered up predators," another student stated.

Both the girls seemed to be in their own little world as the sun was setting. They sat in the quiet classroom waiting for whoever was going to pick them up.

"Anyway, I wonder what it could be that makes them do this? Maybe we should stay away from these drugs going around, you never know if you'll be the next villain," first student shrugged.

"You're right, but it might be fun. I've heard they've never found the one's doing all this killing. It could be that they are happily living," the girls shrugged at this idea.

"It seems that it is a bad idea," they finally said as they turned to the back of the classroom. A lone student was finally waking up when the conversation was done.

The two girls stood up and walked over to their sleepy classmate.

"Hey, Rennie, instead of looking out the window all the time, why don't you talk with us. We're discussing the occurrences recently. What are your thoughts on it? What do you think is causing this mess? I mean, it can't be drugs, can it?" they wanted to make a conversation with someone that was rather popular in the school. Though it seemed that the rumors about said girl were completely true.

The girl looked at them, "It doesn't matter what is causing it. Do whatever you want, isn't that what this city is all about?" she was tempted to say this, but because of her personality and her circumstances, she didn't say a word. Instead she got up and walk out of the classroom.

"Of course, again no response. It's no surprise on that one, but she really is cool," the girls sighed, then they returned to their conversation. Nothing would change with talk, and as time would pass, they would stop and focus on something else. That's what happens in this world, once a rumor has played its course, it would fade away. Almost as if it had never been there in the first place.

As for the other student, she began to walk back to her home. She would rather stick to herself and live in the shadows. It was hard at the school since she was standing out every time she ignored people; she thought this was better, that way no one would find out anything about her, and the secrets she hides from others. She would be able to live a semi-peaceful life, waiting for the right moment in time to return to the place she wished for the most.

"Rennie," a voice called to her. She turned around to see a white rabbit floating behind her. Her eyes weren't surprised or shocked, just furious. This creature was something she would rather throw away, but even if she did (and she has tried) it always came back to her.

"Why are you here, Shiro?" she asked with a toneless voice. She has lost a lot of her emotions over the past three years. Even if she tried, she wouldn't be able to change herself now.

"Contract me," he stated with an eerie smile. It would send a chill through anyone's spine, unless you've become accustomed to these kinds of things.

She turned back around and started to walk again. He still followed her in hopes that he could persuade her today. Although, he has tried for a long time now, but has had no luck. Luck, wasn't always on his side in that point.

They walked through the dark, and decaying city. After the 3rd world war, things hadn't been the same. Crime has escalated and no one has tried to rebuild the cities like they used to. All the money and technology went into fueling the armies and wealthier crowds. So not much was funded into other things. There is an attempt to bring down the world's leading criminals, but the police have only been bribed into looking the other way. That's why humans have been labeled the scum of the world. It's really changed, but still, some things have remained.

"If you contracted me, then power would be yours," Shiro continued in his futile persuasion. Even the same lines wouldn't work, and he knew it. Yet, his line of thinking was, "what if I could persuade enough that it would tire her into breaking down." Those kind of thought are almost too naïve that it could work.

Rennie didn't say to her classmates, but she knew the cause of all the killings. The only ones' capable of escaping the eyes of the police were the contactors. They had unbelievable powers and abilities that allowed them an escape, and luck was in abundance. It was as if they weren't even human, maybe they weren't? They are all contractors of beings called Devils. Shiro is a devil, and a devil comes from the human heart. That's why the specifics come from the person from which they had originated from. It might be a virus, but it's still not accepted.

"It was a new contractor, I wonder what kind of person this one was," the little bunny asked with an excitement that no one really understood. It was fun for devils to watch their contractors kill other contractors. It's an essence from each contractor and devil that makes them grow. Also, a growth from their own contractors allows them to grow as well.

"So, a new devil was born too," Rennie asked.

"Of course, we're born from the hearts of men and women who want to escape. Our personalities and reasons for contracting come from their hearts too. That's why I am here, won't you contract with me too?" Shiro asked.

"And the promises you make, are nothing but empty words. If we contract, it's the same as signing our souls away to a real devil, even if the devil is ourselves," Rennie stated.

"You may be correct about that, but it doesn't have to end with your death, so….why don't you make a contract with me?" he smiled.

"Not going to happen," she stated and turned the corner.

After the third war occurred, people have began to go through a change. As the world became darker, so did their hearts, and when they couldn't handle it, a devil is born. Since no one really knows about them, they can't say why this occurs, but when you contract with a devil you awaken two types of things. One is a power that is unique to you and the other is a weapon.

"Contract with me, and free yourself from this doubt in your heart. Become one with me and you'll be able to see that person again, you want to return to the place it all began, right?" Shiro said in a melodic voice.

She turned to glare at him and walked into her house. Ignoring the little creature, she would love to do away with it. Holding all her hate and grudges, as well as never forgetting her own will. She would never let go of the pain she's felt for a long time now.

Now, this seems to occur to those under a great deal of stress or have gone through something traumatic. Whatever the reason is, they seem to manifest and bring out something that no one can quite understand.