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

"I-i don't want to lose you, any of you. Dad, you don't know what it was like. Losing all of you and I was left just all alone...all alone..."

The words died in his mouth and he couldn't stop the tears from falling. Images of the past came rushing back, Kiro thought he was over the trauma but it seems he didn't actually deal with it—he just shoved it down until the money lulled him into a false sense of security.

Sekani pulled him closer for a hug. He understood his son and the need to keep them in a glass house but a glass house was just that. Someone only needed a stone—a weakness to find their way in.

And everything he'd worked for would've been for nothing. What his son didn't understand was that, no parent wants to bury their children, it was just too unnatural. A parent's instinct will always be to keep their young safe, this was no different.

Letting Go