I never asked to be born with a gift.
I never wanted to be different.
But in this world, wanting doesn't matter.
They watch us, mark us, erase us.
I was a child when everything burned. When my parents disappeared under the rubble of a forgotten neighborhood, hunted like criminals for who I was. I found myself alone, under the ground... with her. A presence lurking in the darkness of my consciousness, born with me. Protective or predatory... I still don't know. One day, I thought I had found a refuge.
A shelter made of hope, silence, and battered but still standing faces. People like me.
But peace never lasts.
And when everything collapsed a second time, I stayed there, on the edge of the abyss.
Ready to fall.
That's when a hand reached out.
A voice. A cause.
A group that still believes in tomorrow.
Thanks to them, I started moving forward again.
Searching for who I am... and who I refuse to become.
Today, I am free.
And I don't yet know what I will do with that freedom.
Maybe run away. Maybe fight.
Maybe become worse than them.
But there is a rumor going around.
He is coming back.
Him. The one who started it all.
The world believes he is dead.
But the past never really dies.