It wasn't hard for you to forget the day the world turn it's back on you, On your mother, on everyone who couldn't afford to live. You had onced saw the world as something trying to heal but still good. All it took to shatter that reality was the loss of your mother. She had been sick for a long time. A rare virus that came with a rare treatment that only the rich could afford.

The day your mother died, you took a chance, you wanted to hope there was good in everyone. You took her to the hospital, you begged doctors, nurses, anyone to help. They didn't see your mother as a life needing saving, they saw her as a wallet with empty pockets. So she died surrounded by people who pretended to show concern for her health, but in truth, they stood there, and did nothing.

From then on you never liked doctors of any kind. You were disgusted by the absolute greed people showed. How no one cared about morals unless compensated. If they were gonna take everything from you by doing nothing. Fine. You on the other hand, knew what exactly to do to make their world Crumble and fall.

You used what money your mother left you in her will to pay off the doctors, and what was left you used to send yourself to school.

For years you took classes in biochemistry, psychology and passed with flying colors in high school. After Graduation your Teacher recommend you to a university with amazing doctoring programs. You accepting, your goal in life just minutes away from becoming True.

Finally after 15 years at the university you graduated from the university with experience in every field.

After that people would expect you to apply at hospitals to better hone your skills and keep moving forward.

You would rather eat questionable substances from a dumpster than work for money hungry hospitals. You got to work fast on your secret operation.

You set up a lab, creating treatments for different diseases using your own hands and supplies from secret providers who shared similar goals as you.

You never stole anything you used to make your treatments. Nothing if illegal substance touched your work. You wanted to do this right. As someone for people to look up to, but for hospital workers to fear.

You had word spread to people of poor background about a doctor who was willing to take on any case of illness or injury for very low billing. People came quickly and once they saw the miracles you conjured up, the promises you kept, The true care you showed to the unfortunate. People started calling you an angel.

However, at your request, your identity was kept secret. So instead of your real name people called you the "Miracle Keeper".

You were never afraid of dying, you were never afraid of being caught. You only wanted to help those who couldn't afford a doctor with treatments that came cheap and weren't from the black market or a drug dealer. However, to your dismay your days of giving treatments might be over.

Rico was a well trained assassin who worked for a crime Lord. Very well known, and very feared. Recently his boss received a client of a hospital CEO who had been noticing a huge decrease in profits. The CEO claimed it was this "Miracle Keeper" fellow that was the cause and asked that they be taken care of. Rico agreed and spent the next 2 weeks trying to find out more about this Miracle keeper, and tracking them down.

Once he got the information he was looking for he wasted no time in traveling to the city were currently located and watched, waited, schemed, puzzled.

It was late in the night when Rico came for you. It was easy to get in your lab. You had no security system up, no guards, no cameras. He simply walked through the front door.

He found you hunched over a table covered in papers, tubes with labels and so on. You were studying something through a microscope, jotting down notes. You had to know he was there, but if you did, you showed no signs of caring.

slowly he raised his weapon at your head. making a small click noise that caught your attention. You paused and then you waited.