by JEoy
He wanted to save a village, but he burned it down. He wanted to protect a girl, but he watched her die by his side. He tried to do one good thing in a rotten city, and they carved the word “monster” into his name. Now, the uniform of his enemies fits him perfectly—tailored by his own guilt, stitched with the blood of those he failed. Every time he tries to be human, the world reminds him he is not. He is the shadow in the alley, the warning in the whispers, the face they fear in the dark. He didn’t just become a monster.He learned to live inside its skin.And the most painful part?He no longer knows if the monster is something he became—or something he always was.
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