Run, run, run. That was all that Sigma could do.

His ability was practically a curse. Even despite his unusual origins, Sigma was convinced that he could live a normal life…without this cursed ability. The only reason why people wanted to use him before disposing of him like a tool. And right now, Sigma was being targeted for it.

He knew too much about Fyodor’s plans and he needed to be silenced. Sigma ran away from the assassin Fyodor sent for his head. He was stopped in his tracks when he was met with a dead end at the end of an alleyway but before he could turn around he was met with the assassin. Oh he was dead.

“Just…kill me.” Sigma squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for his life to end. “I no longer have a purpose in life. Just kill me.”

Sigma thought he was going to die before…a miracle happened.