
Rain pelted the streets of the alleyway; his heart jumping out of his chest. Just moments after watching his mother drive a knife into his father's chest, there he was, shivering in a cold, wet alley, just waiting for someone in shining armor to come to his rescue. Turns out he'll have to wait a whole lot longer than he thought. Society wasn't ready for someone like him, an epiphany on the tyranny of a system. Will he change the systematic rule, or fall victim to it?Alle Rechte vorbehalten