You were 15, genetically modified to be a killer. A monster. Kira was the hero in the story, the city’s golden boy.

after a long battle, you turned back into yourself, panting hard, teetering on the edge of a panic attack. Kira raised an eyebrow.

the villain he’s been fighting was a kid this whole time-?

“Shit…” he whispered to himself, not knowing what to think.