Arrkein

Being a bottom feeder in society is an unpleasant experience.

That's how Kiro felt after being left for dead in a back alley. Abandoned and disappointed by the 'work hard' ethic his parents left for him.

'At least the heavens are weeping for me.'	As the light from his eyes faded, he declared as the last act of defiance.

He awoke in a room he hadn't seen in ten years. Whether it was due to sheer luck or divine intervention, he was grateful.

'Through the VR game, Asgard, I'll become filthy rich in this life time.'


Kiro was blissfully unaware that his return was a cry for something greater, for the underlying threats that hovered over his world.

The Earth After Rebirth

It was almost time for their families to arrive. They didn't want to go to the airport, so they hired a driver to pick them up and waited outside on the street. Since their houses were 10 minutes apart, they yelled while chatting.

"Do you reckon we're making noise? This neighbourhood is a ghost town."

"No, they have soundproof houses, maybe."

Then a voice from across the street childishly said, "no we don't!"

The gate opened from the flowery house and an old man came out. Like, he was really old even by their standards. Kiro was sure he'd insult them.

"But it's good to hear some noise, this neighbourhood is too quiet, I thought I had cacti for neighbours. Keep it up!" He encouraged.

Kiro grinned, what a carefree old man. "Sure gramps!"

They watched as the old man entered the liquor store at a distance, and their attention shifted to a car pulling up by Kiro's house and Hiro ran to stand beside him.

Family Arrives