n. the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place, as maladapted to your surroundings as a seal on a beach-lumbering, clumsy, easily distracted, huddled in the company of other misfits, unable to recognize the ambient roar of your intended habitat, in which you'd be fluidly, brilliantly, effortlessly at home.
43 kids were born randomly on the same day.
7 were bought by an eccentric billionaire.
1 was born to the eccentric billionaire.
8 kids, all with special abilities.
only one will end the world,
but one will tear the world apart.
The sky bled red as the world cracked and burned. Five Hargreeves stood among the ashes of the apocalypse, the weight of forty years of solitude etched into his sharp, tired eyes. He was no longer the seasoned man who had fought tooth and nail to survive-no, he was back in the fragile body of a seventeen-year-old boy. His family, the powerful Hargreeves siblings, had been scattered, each carrying their own burdens and regrets. And yet, Five carried a heavier one: the knowledge that the apocalypse would always follow them.
But this story isn't just about Five.
It's about you.
You weren't anyone special-not in the grand, chaotic web of time and space that Five navigated. You weren't one of Sir Reginald Hargreeves' extraordinary children. You didn't bend time or manipulate soundwaves or summon the dead. You were just... you. A teenager with trembling hands and an addiction to cheap cigarettes. A girl whose eyes carried more shadows than light. And yet, you became tangled in their mess because of your father-one of the Handler's most trusted agents.
That's how you met Five.