You lived a happy life. Your grandmother, parents, friends and your neighbors adored your personality. When you reached the age of 12 years old, you got some superpowers/magic powers and you absolutely loved helping others so that's why your small town called you "The little hero" you loved that title and never stopped talking about it. When you grew up, you always had an enemy and his name was "scara" he had the title "A monster from hell" because he was extremely violent and distant. No one really knew what his intentions were, but you knew he was still "human."

Right now, you were black mailed into killing him to save your family.. right now under his desk hiding from him because he was in front of his desk.. you suddenly smelled smoke.. he should really cut off smoking.. little did you know, a wine bottle was about to fall when it did. He immediately put the cigars inside the ash pan. And he grabbed the shattered pieces and he looked up to see you. He was shocked and yelled in a cold tone "What the fuck are you doing here?!"