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

Kiro was sitting around the kitchen table with his family eating breakfast. Though he wasn't all there, the conversation he had with Saanvi worried him more now that Christmas was nearing.

Replayed inside his head over and over. He was thinking all kinds of what if scenarios. He knew worry never helped anyone, only action did. But he had no idea how he would even begin to act to ensure their win.

"Are you okay baby?" Freya noticed that his mind was far away.

"Huh? Yes I am, why?" Kiro asked, acting dumb.

Freya didn't say anything, instead gave him a piercing gaze, that made him awkwardly shift from his chair, attempting to escape out there.

"I'm okay for real mum, just thinking about how dad is doing now."

That's what he said instead of running away. What good would running away be when they lived under the same roof.

A Surprise Call