"Who or what have we been running from? We are supposed to be the living embodiment of everything malicious. Everything one fears. Indestructible and emotionless. The kings of killing. So what, I ask you, are we running from and why?" "We are running from our creators because in the end, what's a creation against its creator?" A traumatising shriek echoes throughout the room as they shakily glance at the clock as it strikes midnight right before their eyes. "Looks like the hunt has finally begun..."All Rights Reserved