Five didn’t just “work for the Commission”—he mass-executed civilians, political figures, rebels, and innocents alike, sometimes because it was his job, and other times because he didn’t have a choice. He was trafficked into time—made into a precision instrument for sanctioned murder. Every jump, every clean kill, was another nail in the coffin of his humanity.

“We’re all monsters now.” Not a metaphor. A confession.

He was alone for 45 years. That will break a mind. Imagine being 13 and waking up in a world that doesn’t exist yet. No one to speak to. No food. No safety. No reality check. Just silence, death, and decay. You talk to mannequins because your brain cannot handle the void. You start time-traveling in your head to keep yourself company. The apocalypse wasn’t the worst part. The silence was.

He doesn’t kill for justice. He kills because he’s good at it.Let’s be honest. Five doesn’t fight for “good.” He fights because he’s efficient and violence is his only language. He calculates kill zones faster than you can blink. He has muscle memory for ending lives, not for hugs, affection, or forgiveness.

He’s the kind of person who could make you laugh at breakfast, then cut someone’s throat with the butter knife if the situation required it—and not blink.

He was experimented on. Literally. His DNA was tampered with. What do you think gave him such precise control over quantum mechanics? That didn’t come without a cost. Five is the result of unnatural engineering—he’s not just traumatized; he’s corrupted. And he knows it. That’s why he can’t look in the mirror. That’s why he pushes people away.He hates himself more than anyone else could.

He’s not a victim. He’s a survivor. And that’s worse.Victims get help. Survivors get haunted.Five survived the apocalypse, war, his family, and the Commission, but every step forward costs him a piece of himself. He’s not healing. He’s functioning.There’s a difference.

Biblical in the sense of wrath, not salvation.If this were scripture, Five wouldn’t be the lamb—he’d be the angel with eyes all over his body and a flaming sword, guarding the gates of time with scorched hands and blood under his fingernails. He doesn’t offer mercy. He offers warning

“Stay out of my way. You don’t want to know what happens if you don’t.”