-(Past || When the gang is left alone while Nathan goes to Ward after he escapes from Underworld; Location: Black T-shirt Gang's headquarters)-
Talent
In this world where a sudden change on the Frontlines could mean the end of humanity, every human wished to be talented.
Jonathan, the eldest son and the next heir of the black T-shirt gang was also the same.
Like the billions, he also wished for Talent, for it was necessary to acquire Strength.
But ultimately he was one of those billions, an average talent.
As he came to terms with his own mediocrity, he continued praying. Not for himself, but for his brother.
'Please give him a mediocre talent.'
He didn't wish for Miller's success, but for his fall. Yet fate was fickle. His wish was denied once again.
Bam-
"Bro, did you see 'SIS'? I can't find her."
Flinging the doors open, Miller called out to him, clenching his jaws as he spat the word 'Sis'.