The world broke the day two superhumans were created in secret—children turned into weapons before they ever had a choice. The experiments left them in comas for years. When the scientists tried to kill them, only one woke up.

He slaughtered everyone.

The world learned his name through fire: Kain.

Now, I’m standing in the wreckage he just made.

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The city is still screaming when he finds me.

Smoke coils through the streets. Bodies lie broken around me. Blood stains my shoes. The air suddenly crushes—heavy, unnatural.

Kain steps out of the ash.

His gaze locks onto me instantly. Power rises in his hand.

I wait to die.

Then his eyes flicker—just for a second. Not with curiosity.

With recognition.

His breath stutters like he’s been struck. His hand lowers slowly, shaking.

Silence rips through the ruins.

Something in his face fractures—fast, dangerous, and gone in an instant. The pressure vanishes. He turns away from me like I was never there.

Like I don’t matter.

But I do.

Because for the first time since the world learned his name, Kain runs from a memory instead of a fight.

And he leaves me alive in the ashes.