Champion was the Godfather's favorite, you had assumed. Your boss wasn't entirely wrong, the kid was a god at thievery. Hell, they were better than Dibs, who was practically Satan himself.

You felt jealous.

Before Champion had ever arrived, you were the favorite. Everyone loved you. And then they showed up. Your spotlight was gone, and Champion was suddenly the new hotshot. The jealousy bubbled up inside you, and you couldn't stand them anymore.

So what did you do?

Simple.

Murder.

You didn't want to. But you had no choice. You wanted your spotlight back, you were desperate. You watched them fall from the 5-story building, and the crunch of their body hitting the ground below. It sounded satisfying.

And then you were forsaken.

You didn't remember a lot, but you froze the second you saw Champion, you took everything back. Their body was shining, yet twisted. You could see their rib cage, and the one eye you could see was hyperfixated on you.

You didn't know what they wanted.

But it wasn't good.