by Schurtgen
Is One considered Inhuman simply because they lack the qualities of being a Human? Or does their Inhumanity merely hide whatever left of their Humanity? In truth, the only way to survive in a World who hates Humanity is to forsake them completely, yet does it resolve the problem that comes from being Inhuman? This story follows a Boy who remembered nothing of his bygone past, everything is a mere blur in his White Scape of Burned Self.He didn’t know who he was or what he was.His name and his mother remained hidden, forever a burned word in his mind that reels in and out of Wrath. Asking a question everyone is asking yet no one knows the answer to.“Who exactly am I in this world? What should I do? What is my purpose?”Hence his journey isn’t a grand quest to absolve a Great Evil or is it a pursuit of deeply personal vendetta.His story is a tangled web clashing with other story in a World that has no intention in keeping everyone alive.To ask himself, are those Inhuman capable of achieving Humanity? *This story tackles heavy theme such as depicted Child Abuse, Suicide and implied Sexual Content. Viewer Discretion is Advised. -Also Published in Webnovel and ScribbleHub. Author retains all right.-All characters, locations, organizations and events are the creation of the author. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is coincidental and this is not a manifesto (maybe).
