He was half corpse, half human.
A ghost, but also a god.
I found him blood-soaked and silent, covered in scars and sitting in sin. It was my job to train to him—to mold him into a weapon the mafia deemed useful.
The Forgotten wasn’t a place that offered comfort—we provided control. Pain with a purpose. Power that couldn’t be taken.
Blue was just like the others… until he wasn’t.
I dedicated most of my life to studying humans—peeling back their layers until only their true selves remained. I knew enough about monsters to know, on some level, I was one.
Blue wasn’t a man nor a monster.
No.
He was mine.
