The Broken Hero

I grew up fed on stories of heroes. They were always my favorite. I longed to believe that there was someone out there protecting the world. That's why when The Furtivus (A group of specially trained killers who mainly targeted criminals) showed up, I fell under the impression that they were heroes. That is, until I watched my parents being murdered by a member of their team. The second I saw the blood on the hands of the 'so-called hero', that was the second I accepted the cold truth. There is no such thing as heroes.