“Ghost boy”, they called him.
They were, Friedrich learned, referring to the mute, white-haired, white-faced, red-eyed boy that lived among the BLU mercenaries at Harvest, his presence just as fitting there as every other spooky rumor that clung to the place like a stifling fog.
He had heard quite a few ghost stories lingering about Harvest, and was not too keen on most of them. He had yet to actually meet the “ghost boy” in question, and he wasn’t sure if he really wanted to. He wasn’t even sure if he believed the story.
In the end, curiosity got the better of him.
Friedrich set out a chilly, misty morning in search of the albino boy, not in the interest of research, but simple curiosity.