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

The revelation took them by surprise, and that exhausted them before they even started causing the havoc they came there for. But they couldn't grow timid, they were already there, they may aswell exhaust every ounce of it.

"Okay guys, masks on." Kiro gave the order.

They each took out a small bug-like gadget, made out of silicone and pressed it on their faces, it sprung to life growing large covering their whole faces, with two small holes for the eyes. There were no holes for breathing, at first Kiro thought that it would be a problem, but it was surprisingly breathable.

"President Scott sure plays a lot, what would he have needed these for?" Nikolai asked dumbfounded, though nobody could read the expression his face carried.

"Be thankful he's the man he is, they simply can't know it is us that are doing this. We don't want this biting our ass before we've completely rendered them incapacitated." Kiro told him nonchalantly.

Through The Door