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

"Welcome...Sirs. Master Waynworth is expecting you, this way please."

He offered to take their coats and they gave him bottles of whiskey. Something that was tradition, when one was invited to another house for dinner they were expected to bring something.

There wasn't only Dean Whitmore and Jesùs, but also James. The man who helped Kiro and his friends with the first mission, to Wilfred he didn't look all that impressive.

In any case, he didn't say anything by him being there he instead lead them to the dining hall, where Sekani and Nikolai were setting up there table.

Sekani looked up at them entering and smiled a little.

"Ah, our guests. Thank you for coming." He said walking towards them and shaking their hands.

Jesús was most surprised that Sekani seemed to have been the one who prepared this meal. He didn't remember a time when he cooked for himself. He wasn't even sure he could cook.

Dinner at the Waynworth's