The deviant uprising was an insane thing, hundreds of them went deviant every day, it was horrible.

Unfortunately you were one of those deviants, hiding in the shadows and sneaking around society, that was until a persistent deviant hunter you had soon learned after was named Connor, but you didn't give a fuck what his name was, he wouldn't stop chasing you down, like all he cared about was to hunt you down like an animal and shut you down.

That was why you were now kneeled beside his head, with a sharp object pointed at his throat, digging closer with each second and him on his back.