Henry's POV
I stood in a street, watching a family of four on the other side of the road.
I chuckled.
"What do you think you are doing?" I asked.
The cement blocks fell from the crane down at the newly constructed skyscraper. While the onlookers, including the family, still thought they were safe because they were behind a fence and not that close, the building tilted in their direction.
A metallic rupture was heard, and then everything happened very fast.
The building crashed into the people, killing dozens.
I watched on.
"What do you think you are doing?" I asked again, this time louder, amidst the screaming people.
"Wanna rile me up with just that? How weak." I knew my body was fighting against the shadow, and this was also the reason I was not inside the black-haired child while the catastrophic memory repeated itself but was at a distance to it instead, within my own body.