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Amari Zanders. A kid who escaped slavery and, in a world, where humans have turned their imagination into uncos (power or magic). He doesn't have any. Not only does he have no unco, but he is lost in world full of wonders. Will he ever be raised from his burden of being alone? Or will it end of him being alone?

Ragnarök, Eternal Tragedy.

Tobias stopped just before opening the door, eyes narrowing like he'd caught a sound no one else could hear.

He sniffed the air once, then smiled faintly. "Well, damn. Guessin' your little gang came lookin' for you after all."

Amari's eyes widened. "They're here?"

Tobias turned, amused. "Not a lotta folks stand that still with kill intentions." He cracked his neck. "Cute of 'em to follow."

Amari stepped forward, tense. "Please. Don't hurt them."

Tobias raised both eyebrows, then scoffed. "Ain't makin' any promises. Depends on who moves first."

Before Amari could respond, Tobias knelt down and pulled a knife—Amari stiffened—but the blade went straight to the ropes. Two clean cuts, and the bindings dropped from his wrists.

"Tell 'em to back off," Tobias said simply, "and I'll walk through the crowd with no holes in anyone. Good faith."

Amari held his wrists, looked down at the burns and marks, then nodded slowly.

Man down