Ten years ago, I was eight years old.
And like many other children, I like to play the hero.
Except unlike them, I had the power to be a hero.
The people I had saved...these victims...turned their backs on me.
Given the opportunity, anyone could turn their backs on you.
As long as they have something to gain...something that benefits them.
There is no trust.
And as I laid on that white bed with my inside torn, I could hear the cries of my parents from across the room.
At that moment, I saw the world in a heavy shade of grey.
There's no white.
There's no black.
There are no villains, and there are no victims.
Heroes?
They don't exist.
It's all in your head.
There's nothing except choices.
And right now, all I see is a dark future for me.
There was a moment whe
