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

There was silence in the living room, they all turned their heads to the voice and it was Wilfred. He stood there, looking majestic with a smile that reached his eyes.

Was all Kiro could utter, while Hiro stood there like he'd just peeked at medusa. They still hadn't decided whether the world was ready to know, or whether the world should even know.

Anybody who wasn't the two looked at Wilfred like he was insane. They had confused expressions, throwing him questioning looks.

"What are you talking about?" Sekani finally managed to ask.

Wilfred didn't answer though, he just looked straight to Kiro, his eyes were insistent. Like he was asking for permission.

For a second it looked like the two were having a conversation with just their minds. Kiro immediately retreated, nodding his head.

A Traitor Amongst Us?