Welcome to my sequel story, today this story will begin. Hope you guys enjoy. This one is short but is to give you a little backstory of one of our main character.

Chapter 1: Introduction: Lost consciousness.

I remember those days where life had meaning. Everything was held by a balance between life and death and good and evil. I remember the day I was born. Not as a person, but as a weapon. My past life, deleted from my mind, my former human self, including my consciousness. I have intelligence, but I'm also confused. I can't tell what is good or what is bad. To me they are just acts. But what will they do to me. I don't know what to do with my new self. All I know is that I bring destruction, death, and fear. Or that's what I know for me. But my brother said to me, I will be with you to help you differ these concepts. But then I was gone from the place I was made in. And all I see is a beach, sand, a city, but also people screaming and running away from me. I had my armor on, my hood on with such dark shade that not even a flashlight in my face would reveal the face hiding in it, my sword in my right hand but most notably, the severed head of a policeman on my left hand. I didn't react, I killed a person, but my question is, did I did something bad or good. I'm confused, lost in consciousness. I can't tell if I did good or bad by killing him. It was just a normal action for me. I don't feel guilty of it but neither happy. I just want to know, what did I do? I will just throw this head and run away, then I try to figure out what the hell happened.