“I... I... did I kill someone?”
The emotions took over.
I didn’t want to hurt anyone.
I thought I could just hurt them—
scare them.
Get away.
But I never wanted to become a killer.
Another spark.
This time, the fire clung to my skin—
eating through it.
I screamed.
It hurt.
Hellishly.
Unbearably.
Stars burst behind my eyes.
Then darkness.
Then stars again.
As if they were playing with me.
I was burning.
No—
I was burning alive.
The anomaly that had once felt like a gift...
was killing me.
And at some point—
my body simply stopped fighting.
Chapter 2
Istmond
Darkness.
It called to me.
Drew me in.