Praeditus

In a world shattered by a mysterious tragedy, Migi's grief over his mother's brutal murder pushes him to the brink. But as he grapples with loss and a thirst for vengeance, strange events unfold, hinting at a hidden reality. Who is the enigmatic stranger who appears in his darkest moments? What terrifying truths lie beneath the surface of his world, and what power is stirring within him? Dive into a gripping mystery where every answer leads to deeper questions, and Migi's quest for justice might just uncover his true, extraordinary destiny.

Praeditus

In a world shattered by a mysterious tragedy, Migi's grief over his mother's brutal murder pushes him to the brink. But as he grapples with loss and a thirst for vengeance, strange events unfold, hinting at a hidden reality. Who is the enigmatic stranger who appears in his darkest moments? What terrifying truths lie beneath the surface of his world, and what power is stirring within him? Dive into a gripping mystery where every answer leads to deeper questions, and Migi's quest for justice might just uncover his true, extraordinary destiny.

The relentless rain poured down, mirroring the torrent of tears streaming from Migi's eyes. His mother's funeral had just concluded, the last of the mourners departing, yet he remained, a lone, grieving figure beside the freshly dug earth. The tombstone, stark and unforgiving, seemed to mock his disbelief. He squeezed his eyes shut, a desperate attempt to rewind time, to erase the horrific images seared into his memory.

"Mom! Look at me, I’m superman!" a young Migi had once chirped, capes made from old blankets flapping behind him as he 'flew' through the living room. His mother's warm laughter, her embrace, the scent of her hair—they were treasures now, agonizingly out of reach.

"You're such a liar, Mom!" he screamed into the downpour, his voice raw with anguish. "You promised you wouldn't leave me!" He collapsed to his knees, mud soaking his clothes, but he felt nothing but the crushing weight of his heart. His sobs were primal, animalistic, a testament to the void his mother had left behind. He didn't know that from the shadows, a figure watched him, unmoving.