This is the story (Or will be as soon as I get it posted) of a fellow known today only as 'Shadow'. Perhaps you have heard of him, and perhaps not. However, it does not matter, for he will tell you little about himself. He likes to stay closed, alone, isolated, so that he may not darken the mood of others.

For he feels he can never be happy. Not after what was done to him, both physically and mentally. Tourtured in that Rocket Base, seeing things no respectable being should ever see. Memories of pain, agony, and terror fill his mind, and worst of all, many of those memories are shared by the others he has been seen hurt. He wish it would all go away, that he could turn back time and be normal again, and never have to see anymore.

It was not to be. Now he tries his best, struggles day and night, to keep going. Keep looking for a reason why he should exist. He hasn't come up with one yet. Even with the renewed hope of escaping the Rockets forever, helping a few other morphs escape along with him, he feels empty inside.

Ever wondered how Shadow, as he calls himself and is called by others, was like before all that? All the secrets and mysteries that lay hidden inside his mind, under his Rocket-emblazed trench coat? Well, if you really want to know...I'll tell you...but he won't be too happy, so don't mention any of it to him, for he may even try to destroy himself if his past was revealed...

He himself tries to forget it, for it fills him with a painful sorrow of joy he once knew...his past before his life as a Shadow of Darkness...