You gasp at your reflection, for you were expecting to see a normal
human boy. Instead, you are something that is not human at all. You
notice that you have no hair anywhere, except your eyelashes, which
are long and white. Your skin is very pale, with a faint bluish tinge
that casts a strange, barely-visible glow in the darkness of the
alley. Your eyes are an unnatural shade of deep violet with slitted
pupils. You are indeed very thin, with a delicate bone structure that
seems almost frail. Your clothes are the only normal thing about
you.
You are dressed in a monks brown homespun robes, with a rosary, a
wooden spoon, and a small leather purse hanging from the cord that
serves as your belt. A silver cross hangs on a leather thong from your
neck. Your feet are bare, and turning blue from the cold.
You feel confused, for you have no idea who you are or where you came
from. the only thing you know is that you don't belong
here.