Barcelona, Spain.
No soy suficient....
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the rooftops of Barcelona, the city slowly but surely began to transform. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming jasmine.
here we see a young teenager Desire(17) he has sharp features, dark curly hair often covered by a hoodie or cap always wears tracksuits except during summer, and piercing eyes that seem to carry the weight of his struggles.
Im lacking someting but what? I can't comprehend it. Why only when I look at the moon i feel complete. As if I lack something.
Mom used to tell me : The night is cold for me to be hidden on rooftops.
Mom told me: Don't go out
If you go out, something bad will happen.
I always tell her Im not the bad guy, men in uniforms are the bad ones but no one truly cares because to them we are not human beings, we are trash.I'ts like our blood is tainted full of evil, but we just want a better life. It's not like i choose to be born Marrocan. But i don't mind it really atleast i think. But..
I hate waking up to the heat thats why i sleep during the day and because i love to see the full moon it's the only thing that gives me warmth. Does it have a higher purpose in my life... the moon I mean...
THE WEIGHT OF PERCEPTION
The night was alive with chaos. Neon lights flickered weakly over the narrow streets of Milan's outskirts as always, where the air smelled of rain-soaked asphalt and desperation. "Vetum Byn" crouched in the shadows of a crumbling alleyway, "My heart is pounding like a fucking war drum".
"They are fucking coming".
The muffled sound of police sirens echoed in the distance, growing louder with every second. He clenched his fists, his knuckles white, as he pressed his back against the cold brick wall.
In his pocket, he carried a small, weathered khamsa pendant—a gift from his mother when he was just a boy. "This will protect you," she had said, her voice soft but firm. Back then, Sola believed her. Now, at fourteen, he wasn't so sure. " I am not sure if it works because thats a big luxury in the parts...." Protection felt like a luxury for people who didn't grow up in neighborhoods like this one.
He wasn't alone in the alley. Two men stood in front of him, their faces partially hidden by scarves and shadows. One of them—a tall figure with a scar running down his cheek—held out a small package wrapped in brown paper.
"This is your last chance, Vetum," Scarface said, his voice low and gravelly. "You deliver this tonight, or you're out. And if you're out…" He let the threat hang in the air.
Malik didn't need him to finish the sentence. He knew what being "out" meant in this world. It meant no protection. It meant being fair game for anyone who wanted to settle a score or make an example out of him.
"I'll do it, my fucking life depends on it" Vetum said, snatching the package from Scarface's hand. His voice was steady, but inside he was shaking. He hated this life—the deals, the danger—but what choice did he have?
I want luxury i don't wanna be poor forever, i want expensive clothes, shoes everything i want it all to escape from here from poverty forever. But to be honest what i truly Desire is drugs and freedom....". He was thinking to himself.
Scarface smirked and stepped back into the shadows with his partner. "Good boy," he muttered before disappearing into the night.
Vetum stuffed the package into his jacket and pulled up his hood. He glanced around the alley one last time before stepping out into the rain-soaked streets. The city loomed around him like a beast ready to swallow him whole.
The Awakening
He didn't make it far before trouble found him.
"Hey! Stop right there!" A shout rang out behind him, followed by the unmistakable sound of heavy boots splashing through puddles. Malik turned his head just enough to see two police officers barreling toward him from across the street.
"Shit," he muttered under his breath as adrenaline surged through his veins. He broke into a sprint, weaving through narrow alleys and side streets like a shadow slipping through cracks in the pavement.
The rain made everything slick and treacherous, but Vetum knew these streets better than anyone. He darted around corners and leapt over trash bins, his breath coming in short gasps. But no matter how fast he ran, the footsteps behind him grew louder.
As he turned down another alley, he found himself cornered—a dead end. The walls rose high on either side of him, their surfaces slick with rainwater and grime. Panic clawed at his chest as he spun around to face his pursuers.
The officers slowed as they approached, their flashlights cutting through the darkness like blades.
"End of the line," one of them said, smirking as he reached for his baton.
Vetum's hands trembled as he backed up against the wall. His mind raced for an escape plan, but there was nowhere to go.
The shadows around him began to move—not just shift with the light but ripple and twist like living things. Vetum froze as tendrils of darkness coiled around his feet and climbed up his legs like smoke. The officers hesitated, their smirks replaced by confusion and fear.
"What… what is that?" one of them stammered.
Vetum didn't know what was happening either, but something deep inside him told him to stop running—to fight back. He raised his hands instinctively, and the shadows responded as if they were an extension of his will. They lashed out like whips, striking the officers and sending them sprawling to the ground.
For a moment, there was silence—just the sound of rain pattering against concrete and Malik's ragged breathing.
He stared at his hands in disbelief as the shadows receded back into nothingness. His khamsa pendant felt warm against his chest, almost as if it were alive.
"What… what did I just do?" he whispered to himself.
But there was no time for answers. More sirens wailed in the distance, growing closer by the second. Malik turned and scaled the wall behind him with newfound agility, disappearing into the night like a phantom.
What was that? What did i just do... I can't explain it. So i have powers now huh? He was shocked yet amazed at the knowledge and the knowing that he has special power.
"HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH this is amazing" and instantly passes out because his body gave up on his own because of using the power for the first exausted. Given by the fact that he was ducking the feds, running from the for 20 minutes. The adrenaline weare out and he passed out.
And then it happened...
THE WEIGHT OF PERCEPTION
A kinetic sequence of disjointed perceptions-flickering CCTV footage, fragmented memories, and distorted voices which are overlapping in a disorienting montage. A teenage boy's hands tremble as he said: "human Eyes are like shattered glass, reflecting lies they cast. Truth always cuts deeper than blades when the past won't let you rest." The camera pulls back to reveal Kairo Rhodes, 17, sitting on the roof of Monarch Estate's Block D, his souless amber eyes scanning the labyrinthine council estate below. The golden veins of his Perception Manipulation flicker faintly as he tracks three rival gang members approaching his younger brother playing football in the courtyard . Three dudes approached led by Davio opposing gang member..
Davio speaks :Fucking hell Eli tf are we gonna do now.
"Eli looks at Davio with his pupils wide open he realizes everything is going exactly by his plan he is alone with one of his brothers biggest enemies and now....
Breathing heavily bcs of the mix nicotine pouch and the fear Eli pulls a gun out of his jacket and points it at Davio.
"I will kill you and finally be acknowledged "
Oh really now. Whats wrong big bro is a heartless monster. I bet he woudn't even shed a tear if you died you fucking pussy. Do it pull the trigger kill me boy. Show me your a man. Show it to your big bro show him your a killer. DO IT" Said by Davio as he aprroached him closer and closer. I CAN'T,I CAN'T I CAN'T TAKE ANOTHER HUMAN LIFE BE IT A MONSTER OR NOT. Eli chickens out and decides tu run as soon as he decides to leave. He realizes he is traped from exiting the football field are blocked by Darius friends." Oh shit im screwed."
Meanwhile.....
Kairo's sneakers crunch over broken glass as he descends the stairwell while running with his younger brother Jace(14) his movements precise and unhurried. The air reeks of damp concrete and burnt plastic-a sensory trigger that sharpens his awareness.
Meanwhile
"don't come closer i will kill you, I mean it im serious".
Davio has a smirk on his face and says do it then. He keeps closing and out of distance ...
"Darius says fucking hell Davio.."
and a sniper shots travels 450 meters and hits Eli directly in the head. Causing a spectacular head shot.
Darius, spoted him and shoot him with a sniper positioned on a nearby rooftop. A single shot rings out—a .308 Winchester round designed to fragment on impact. Eli collapses, his notebook spilling lyrics about "rising above the ends" into a storm drain.
Kairo's Perception Manipulation triggers milliseconds too late. He arrives to find Eli's body already cold, the golden veins along his arms dimming as reality solidifies. His crew freezes, awaiting an outburst. Instead. Kairo moved with mechanical precision, his mind running through contingencies, probabilities, the cold math of survival.
Kairo's perception snapped into overdrive. Time slowed, every detail magnified: the trajectory of the bullet, the angle of the shooter's arm, the widening of Eli's eyes as he fell. But there was no shock, no scream, no visible grief. Kairo's face remained a mask, his body moving with the same detached efficiency as before. He barked orders—"Cover fire, north rooftop. Pull back. Burn the van."—his voice flat, devoid of urgency or anger. His crew obeyed, unsettled by his calm, their own fear amplified by his lack of reaction..
As chaos finished, Kairo crossed to Eli's side. He knelt, not to comfort, but to retrieve the fallen notebook, tearing out the bloodied pages and tucking them into his jacket. His hands were steady, his expression unreadable. He checked Eli's pulse, confirmed what he already knew, then stood and surveyed the scene. The rival gang was retreating, their ambush foiled, but the damage was done.
Jace heartbroken at the sight of his brother's death starts breaking down and crying over his brothers body lying there lifeless.
Kairo stares at him and pats him on the shoulder and says
" look at this this is death remember it well this is the first time for you to see it but not the last"
Jace: (kicking a crushed energy drink can in anger and tears)
"Eli said you used to bunk school here. That true?" he is your brother to. What the fuck is wrong with you . HOW CAN YOU SO SOULESS ONLY THING HE EVER WANTED WAS TO BE ACCEPTED BY YOU HIS OLDER BROTHER" YOU CAN'T EVEN SHED A TEAR FOR HIM. FUCK YOU AND YOUR STUPID POWERS
Kairo: He was my brother but now he is just a corpse ( starts scanning rooftops, golden veins pulsing faintly at his wrists)
"Eli was too cocky eager to prove himself yet he lacked conviction he ended being a hindrance."
A pigeon startles from an AC unit. Too loud. Kairo's Perception Manipulation flares—golden threads snaking up his neck. He shoves Jace behind a dumpster as the first shot cracks the air. A .308 round punches through Eli's notebook leaving a hole in it.
Kairo pauses being lucky not to get shot by it meanwhile on the rooftop Darius is annoyed by the fact that he missed.
"Fuck off man i was so close Jesus i was so close dammit i swear i will kill him one day and reach the top not only of this city but the world aswell . A flicker of Reality Distortion warps the air—for a heartbeat, Eli's ghost leans against the chip shop across the street, smirking. Kairo blinks. The vision dissolves.
Kairo: (tossing Jace a burner phone)
"Text Mum you're visiting Nan. Use slang—three typos."
Jace: (grinning, pulling out his phone)
"He sent me this old vid—you rapping in Year 9. You two were laughing together but now you've changed.."
Kairo snatches the phone. The screen glows—a pixelated Eli, 14, mock-spitting bars in a stairwell. Kairo crushes the device under his boot.
Kairo:
"Sentiment gets you killed you will learn that sooner or later ."
Outside, sirens wail. Kairo exits without looking back, his shadow stretching long and razor-thin across the square. Jace stares at the discarded hoodie, its fabric stiffening with dried blood. The stray dog whimpers, nosing at the storm drain where Eli's words swirl toward the Thames. Eli, against Kairo's explicit orders, has tailed them using tricks learned from his brother. Surveillance footage (later reviewed by Kairo) shows Eli's fatal error: lingering too long near the delivery van's GPS tracker, his youthful curiosity and desire to prove importance overriding his survival instincts and leading to his death.
His voice carries the monotone of a logistics report: "Burn the van. Dump the bodies in the Thames. No retaliation—yet." The crew exchanges glances; his lack of affect terrifies them more than any rage..
I'ts okay Eli i don't hate you after all the root of suffering is attachment to others. But i never had an attachment to another human being. So I don't know.... All off you are just tools to me.
Back at the hideout Intensi approaches Kairo and slappes him.....
The whole room gasps in shock.
Without any reaction from Kairo he just asks why.
" Intensi responds and says bcs you are an asshole a terrible human being unworthy of living. Your own brother died and you didn't even show any emotion. Your a scumbag you don't even view us your as equals."
"Equals no none of us are equals the only time humans are equal are the moment we are born some not even then.
For example there are people who grew up surviving since they can remember. But the again there are people who grew in a caring home with good parents who showed them love and compasion. "
"Yes thats true but what does that have to do with the fact that you don't show any emotion to your younger brother dying".
"You interrupted me let me finish. For example you Intensi your'e a rape victim. therefore so you are damaged why would someone choose you as their life partner, when they can pick a normal women who has no trauma or mental health issues."
Whole room gasps in shock. Anti thinks to himself so he finally decided to brake her huh. Man Kairo your such a monster.
Intensi freezes hearing those words come out of Kairos mouth.
"Why would anyone chose you when your empty, hollow, worthless, desperate, numb have a borderline personality disorder also you have inferiority complex.You care for nobody not even yourself. Nothing you ever do will fill the emptiness in your heart. Tehnically your a monster tho just a weak and unstable one."
The whole room gasped in shock except Anti. Bj and Mariaa were stunned and shocked by how heartless Kairo truly is. "I I I always knew he was cold but this is inhumane i have to step in she thought to herself" .
"Kairo please stop it you are hurting her. Can't you see it, can't you achnowlege it. Kairo just looks at Maria and says okay.
Intensi are you okay?
"I CAN'T CAN'T CAN'T CAN'T I can't do this anymore. Leave me alone you monster im done with this crew.LEAVE ME ALONE"
Intensi storms out of the hideout starts running through the city deeply distraught by the words she heard from Kairo.
Few hours later.
Night. Kairo stands by an old fountain in the city's deserted square sitting on the bench. Streetlights flicker as Anti materializes from the shadows, cloak rustling softly.
"Your late why did you want to talk here?"
"Come on Kairo you and i both know that time is just a trick what truly matters in this world is the karma."
"What those japanese manga your reading are a waste of time you know?"
Anti:
Hey don't call them a waste of time.
Anyway do you really not believe in karma, Kairo? That the universe balances the scales, eventually?
Kairo:
Obviously Karma isn't a divine accountant ticking off debts and credits. It's just... consequence. Every choice we make leaves a shadow, for better or worse. It will come back positive or negative.
Anti:
So you don't see it as justice?
Kairo:
Justice is too clean of a word. The world doesn't hand out neat endings. Sometimes, bad things go unpunished, and kindness gets swept away with yesterday's dust.
Anti:
Then what's the point in trying at all?
Kairo:
"Because our actions ripple out, shaping futures we may never see. Karma isn't reward or punishment—it's the proof that what we do matters, even if we never see the result of it. For example if I go and kill Darius for killing Eli someone will eventually bring me to my end. Don't you agree?"
Anti:
"And what about intention? Don't motives count for anything? Fyi you are a cold bastard you brother died you didn't even shead a tear."
"They count, but not as much as the choices themselves. Meaning isn't in what we hope—it's in what we do, right now. The present is all we really have; the rest is just memory or hope. It is. If fate is a script, then karma is the ink: every moment, unending possibility. We're responsible for what we write, nothing more, nothing less.
So what if he was my brother if you are my blood that doesn't make you family. In america a man once said: blood is thicker then water, but mud is thicker then blood".
Anti:
"You make it sound almost liberating. As if you trust no one. No bond with any person it's as if you don't consider yourself as one of us. But what does all of this have to do with the karma?"
Kairo:
It's like you are tools for me to reach my goals but you're not tools you also gain alot from this. It's conflicting honestly do I view you as tools or have i subconciusly made bonds with all of you. But surely discussing about karma isn't why you called me here.
Anti:
"Yeah you went to far with Intensi we need her we are short handed until the rest of us come back from Italy som guy named Simba caused us trouble but he got locked up so where clear."
Kairo:
I'm helping her in two or three years she will be grateful to me for this. Good to hear about italy.
Sheesh this guy is so unhinged.
Also when did you start listening to Yak. He doesn't seem like your type at all.
"Well if someone speaks the truth we should listen to him. If we like or dislike what he says it trully doesn't matter only thing that matters is the truth."
Wow okay bro are you really 17 because the way you speak is as if you lived 869 years hahahahaha.
Anyways about Darius this can't go without a response we will seem as weak and cowards.
I know dw about it I will crush his spirit tonight he will never be a problem for us.
I think you are underestimating him. You should be more careful.
"No not really he strugles with trusting others thats why he has different types of monsters around( Davio and Calm) he wants to be loved he wants to fill the empty hole in his heart. But to be fair he is a closest thing to s pure human. He truly cares about his team. A true leader he is 15 and is exceptional with the use of knives and snipers.he is a prime example of the nature aspect of the nature vs nurture ideology. He doesn't show mercy to people he doesn't know except if they are women or children. He has ADHD and is bipolar that makes him unpredictable and hard to deal with. But that temper he has is his greatest weakness. A weakness that overwhelms his strenghts. Which is natural every strenght has a weakness.
"Wtf bro if I didn't know you better i would have thought that your a fed bro. You crazy how the hell do you know so much about him. "
"Well it's only natural i know this he is our main enemy currently he is a biggest threat to our current goal. You know what they say keep your friends close enemies even closer.
Tonight i will crush him mentaly and physically. "
"Well of Course. But do you think he has an ability or a special eye just like you?"
"No for a few reasons he would've bragged about it and obviously used it. He probably can't use flair even tho if he could. His flair would brighter then the regular one."
Hmm i see.
Yo Kairo do you have flair?
"No only those who have been pushed mentally, physically and emotionaly to it's limits can achieve flair the power that burns the brightest in this world. Besides it doesn't really matter every ability has a weakness"
Huh i see but how many flare users are in the world"
"Honestly i have no idea, but I think we will find out sooner then we think".