What Destruction Left Behind.

Cassian has always felt that something about his past is off. Ever since the massacre of his village left him alone, a strange unease has lingered—like his memories aren’t entirely real. Then, year after year, on the same day, dreams of unfamiliar lives flood his mind. At first, he ignores them. But as the visions persist, they begin to form a pattern, one that leads him to the truth about himself.



He was never just a boy. He was an experiment. A tool. A creation shaped by unseen hands, monitored from the shadows. The memories he receives are not just dreams; they are fragments of something far greater, something that was never meant to reach him.



But Cassian cannot feel anger, nor sorrow. He knows what he should feel, but the emotions never come. Perhaps he has already become the weapon they intended him to be.



Even so, he will not be their puppet. If all he was made for is improve destruction—then destruction is what he will bring.