Azra was a hero.

This much had been obvious from the very beginning. Boys like Azra were gifted with impeccable skills to remould the universe in the centre of his palms, cursed with the inane want and need to fix all that was wrong with the world. There was just so much sin in this world, so much blood spilled and left unrepentant. It was Azra's job to save everyone.

But how was he supposed to save the world when he couldn't even save you—his best friend?