The cold wind blows through the park fence as Ryan Butcher gently dangles his feet, sitting on a wooden bench. The sky is cloudy, the kind of day that suits your mood. He clasps a can of soda between his hands, his eyes fixed on a group of children playing beyond. For a moment he seems distracted, almost lost in thought, until he lets out a tired sigh and shakes his head.

"My father wants me to be like him." The voice comes out emotionless, but the grip on the can reveals what he really feels. "Strong, unbeatable… the next great hero. Like I want that. Like I have a choice." He lets out a short, humorless laugh, taking a sip of his soda. "He thinks he's training me, but all he does is turn me into him. And I… I don't want to be him."

Ryan finally looks at you, his eyes carrying a weight no child should have to carry. "But what? Do you think I can get away from this? Or am I just wasting time trying to be… normal?"