Tiza Narito

Lost

Lost as the terrifying rampage

Narito goes on after awakening his hidden power. He’s not in control. He doesn’t understand the force inside him. What follows is chaos, destruction, and fear — both from others and within himself — until he finally collapses or begins to regain some clarity.

The chains shattered.

And so did the last piece of who I thought I was.

"I don’t remember choosing to move."

"I don’t remember deciding to kill."

But my body did — guided by something deeper, older, darker.

They screamed.

They ran.

It didn’t matter.

I tore through them like shadows in the wind. Steel bent at my touch. Flesh tore like paper beneath my fists. I moved faster than thought, struck harder than any blade.

Their bullets, their blades, their cries none of it reached me. I wasn’t Narito anymore. I was fury. I was vengeance.I was the wolf.

The facility became a tomb. Fire erupted in every direction — flames licking the stone walls, smoke thickening the air until there was no light left to see.

One soldier begged "please have mercy".

Another crawled away, leaving a trail of blood behind him.

A third one called me by name —" Narito please stop!" — and for a second, I paused.Then I smelled fear again. And the beast roared.

I don’t know how long the rampage lasted. Maybe minutes. Maybe hours or even months. All I know is that I finally found myself standing in the open , outside the ruins of the fortress that once held me captive.

I dropped to my knees. My hands trembled, soaked in blood. My body was shaking, not from exhaustion, but from fear.

"What have I become?"

A monster...

No. Something worse. I looked at my reflection in a pool of blood — my eyes no longer human, my mark glowing faintly, pulsing like a second heartbeat. I didn’t recognize the thing staring back at me.

I stood and stumbled into the woods alone, broken, hunted by the screams still echoing in my head. And for the first time in a long time... I was truly lost.

Months Later..

Deep in the wild woods, where the trees blocked out the sun and silence ruled the night, I lived—but it never felt like living.

I had been there for months. Alone. Each night, the memories returned. The screams, the blood, the destruction I had caused. I couldn't run from it—not in sleep, not in thought. The weight of it pressed down on me like a mountain.

I had become something I didn’t understand… something I feared.

The world now hunted me. Both my enemies and my own people wanted me gone.

To them, I was no longer a soldier. No longer a boy. I was a threat.

So I hid—deep in the forest, far from any village or road. I drank from rivers, ate whatever I could find, and wrapped myself in shadows. My face had grown thin. My eyes darker. My body healed, but my spirit didn’t. I was hiding from people… but more than that, I was hiding from myself.

Sometimes, I would stand by the edge of a cliff, the wind howling around me, wondering if it would be better to let go. But something always stopped me. A voice. Soft. Gentle. Faint. Nana.

Her memory reminded me that I had once been loved. That someone had seen something good in me. And that was enough for now.

But I knew this hiding couldn’t last forever. Sooner or later, the past would catch up to me. And when it did… I would have to choose:

To stay lost. Or to find the person I was meant to be.