A small, lithe figure walked along the dimly lit corridor of the rather imposing buidling flanked on either side by black clothed members of the elite force known as the CROW, the child unassuming in appearance if not more than a little bit odd with his white hair that was swept to one side so that his bangs partially obscured his right eye, eyes that were an eerie almost blind blue at this point. That wasn’t their natural color, it being a more vibrant blue, however there were times when this changed and it was thought to be connected to his Innocence but much like everything else concerning the boy, this was only an assumption.
The boy was called Skye though this was not his true name, the name that he had been given at the time of his birth, but simply a moniker that he had given to himself at the age of seven because he couldn’t remember his real name. Having been forcibly taken by the Black Order when it was discovered that he was one of the chosen few, the ones who could fight against the Akuma, the child had suffered traumatic amnesia and as a result only had partial memories of his life before the order. In the beginning he had tried to cooperate with his captors, however when he started to regain fragments of his memory, his cooperation ceased completely. Not that he’d made much progress even when he was cooperating seeing as his control over his anti-Akuma weapon was shaky at best and chaotic and disastrous at worst. Dressed in simple black pants and a black turtleneck the boy was going along peacefully enough however the nine year old was contemplating how he was going to get out of this mess since escape was never really far from his mind.
Skye’s thoughts were interrupted when one of his escorts spoke as the group arrived at a door. “You’re going to meet the one tasked with training you now boy,” the man said in a low and threatening tone of voice, causing the child to give him a decidedly disdainful look in return. “And it would be in your best interests not to cause trouble.” This of course gained a scoff from the boy as he snapped, “Like I can do anything with that damn seal in place.” The seal he was referring to was a talisman that was placed between his shoulder blades, this paper seal being used to force his Innocence to remain dormant so that he could not activate it at will. Not that Skye could really ever do that since it sort of cooperated of its own volition or not at all, but that was a moot point as far as his jailers were concerned. Having said this they opened the door and more or less forced the kid inside before walking in behind him.
Already more than a little bit annoyed, even though he was hiding it well, Skye didn’t take too kindly to being all but shoved into the room especially given the fact that he hadn’t resisted. “Back the fuck off!” the boy snapped, finally losing his tenacious grasp on his self restraint, the boy stepping away from his escorts in the blink of an eye. Of course they had more or less anticipated this and moved to block the door so there was really nowhere for the boy to go save for farther into the room. Which he wasn’t quite willing to do, Skye’s gaze shifting around and taking in his surroundings critically, the kid searching for any cracks in their defenses that he could use to his advantage.