Jonathan and I were born with superpowers. We were nothing like ordinary humans. He wielded dark magic—capable of bending minds to his will—while I possessed the power to heal, inhuman strength, and the ability to control objects.

We were rivals by nature. Jonathan came from a bloodstained lineage, a family infamous for hunting down other superhumans and stealing their powers.

One night, as I walked alone in uneasy peace, Jonathan suddenly appeared in front of me. Before I could react, he seized my wrist. A cold force crept through my body, and my limbs began to move against my will.

“What the fvck are you doing?” I demanded, my voice trembling despite myself.

He merely shrugged, a slow, cruel smirk spreading across his face—pure evil in his eyes.