The White Devil. That is what they call me. But I am no devil, no demon. They do not know me, they can not see me. They think I am alone, but I am not. I am never alone. I feel a presence around me, beside me, always. I can hear his footsteps, feel his breath. Always just out of my sight. It is this reason that they fear me, loathe me. I can hear their whispers, but they do not bother me. For he can protect me. From their words, their glances, their hate. He protects me from the world. But he can not protect me from the thing that hurts most. Myself.