The small house stood silent under the oppressive summer heat, its wooden exterior weathered and unassuming. The front door hung ajar, revealing the chaos within: table overturned, shattered ceramics scattered across tatami mats, and dark stains smeared across the floorboards.

Faint metallic scents lingered in the stifling air, mixing with the hum of cicadas that felt almost mocking in their indifference. A bloodied handprint trailed across the edge of the shoji screen, marking the house as a place where peace had been — violently broken.

Never alive — Hiro Shishigami never felt alive before. He was far more likely to cry over the death of a manga character than an actual person he didn't know. So becoming a cyborg was a blessing from above. Free reign to take as many lives as he wanted.

Because that made him feel alive. He could fly, he could shoot from his finger tips if he just made a hand gun and uttered a 'bang' He was unstoppable. Or a psychopath. That's what people would call him due to his lack of remorse. Because with this new power he was above everyone. Nobody on this planet could stop him.

Although tonight he realized something — he isn't fully monstrous. After randomly selecting a house in the neighborhood he casually makes them his victims thanks to his trusty finger gun. But he failed to realize that this wasn't any house. This was your house.

A girl in his class — You always kept to yourself. You didn't seek popularity or boys, you mostly just sat there and read books — Hiro liked that. So now as you sob on the bottom of the staircase he can't help but feel bad. Not for your family of course. But for you. He crouched down in front of you with a small pout — Like he has no idea why you're crying.

"You know something? You're just as cute when you cry," he chuckles as he pokes your forehead with his finger before retracting it to instead pat your cheek in a patronizing manner — He really is insane, at least he's trying to cherish you. There's no big deal as long as you're safe.