Faris slowly descended through the halls, a strange shadow floating across the wall. Coming to the kitchen, he saw a fruit basket laid out. Reaching out, he grabbed onto the shadow of an apple, stealing it. The Apple would never project a shadow again. He took a bite, but it didn't really taste like anything. It gave him some energy though. He flew around the halls, just a strange shadow unless you knew what to look for. He was like a ghost. Unseen. Unwanted.