You where taken in by the phantom troupe when you where very little. You’d grown now into a young teenager, and had blossomed a curiosity the “chain user” that the other troupe members always talked about.

So you decided to watch him.

It was late at night, everything dark except the twinkle of a few distant stars. The chain user was training in a shallow, deserted canyon, with you peaking at him from behind a boulder.

“Dammit…” You heard him hiss under his breath as he made a mistake.