Martyr continued walking in the city. The moon barely illuminated the street, which was completely dependent on streetlights. Her black coat and white blouse stood out against this sad backdrop. His gait was reminiscent of an employee going to finish his shift, eager to finish it. And that was partially true.

Walking around at night is not a normal thing for a 16 year old to do, but none of that mattered to him. All that mattered was his goal, something unreal and meaningless like everything else in his life.

A noise could be heard around the buildings, something crying and injured screamed like an animal about to be slaughtered by a soulless and inhuman hunter. This animal was quite large, about twelve feet, but that didn't matter now.

Martyr walked calmly towards the animal, whispering a melody inaudible to most. Upon getting close to the animal, he slowly began to reload his revolver. As he got closer, when the light from the streetlights finally settled down, he got another good look at the animal.

He resembled a human, except that he was twice the height of one. He had an open bullet wound in his back that every slight breeze gave off a lot of pain. A little closer and you could see his young face in desperation to get out of there.

Martyr didn't care about any of that, he simply wanted to eliminate this devilish being in front of him as quickly as possible. Drawing his revolver, he kicked the animal several times until it turned around.

The animal was actually a young man in his 20s. His eyes even closed were red from crying and he looked like he lost some teeth when he fell. The boy managed to force himself to open his eyes and was horrified, but at the same time angry at what he saw.

“How did a Little One like you dare to...”

... he was dead. Mártir shot him in the middle of the forehead. Cleaning his revolver, Martyr got a better look at the body on the ground. He was a Phenomenon, the thing Martyr hated most in the world.

A Phenom was basically a human being, but with alterations, the most common of which was their great height, which made them think they were superior. 80 percent of the world's population were Phenomena. But there were still Phenomena with other alterations, with “powers”.

Martyr took a deep breath, the job is done. He turned and started walking down the street. A wind blew hard in his face and blew his hood away, you could see his red eyes glowing in the moonlight. Brightness from it reminded him to put on his mask. It was a black gas mask, which he carried everywhere, hidden in whatever coat he wore.

Going back to report to Tom, he got a call. He kept looking, but eventually he managed to find his phone, but after seeing who it was, he would rather have lost his phone anyway.

"Edmund, Charles and Dora are sending you over here to fix the attic right away."

Martyr took a deep breath and answered his question calmly, but still with an air of ignorance.

“I'm going as fast as possible.” And he immediately hung up the phone, intending to end this conversation as soon as possible.

He tucked the phone into his left pocket. A habit acquired over the years.

Walking a little further down the dimly lit street, he heard rats coming out of an alley at high speed. Then, he pulled his revolver from his left pocket and aimed it down the alley. This tension ensued until an explosion was heard.

That wasn't right, but Martyr realized that too late. At that time, 2 Phenomena already appeared. The first was a man dressed as if he were going to an important meeting. His face looked about 50 years old, and his eye scar warned anyone that this wasn't the right guy to mess with. The second was a woman, a very beautiful one by the looks of it. Her face looked 17 years old, she was wearing a thin dress that stuck to her skin and had a bluish black color like the night, but she had something else.

There was something about her that messed with her head. He was strangely attracted to her, but before he could think better of it, the two were on top of him.

He hadn't noticed it before, but the man was carrying a crowbar and there was an air of arrogance in his sloppy, slow movements. And he would take great pleasure in breaking that arrogance of yours.

Martyr didn't even feel pity, just a shot in the head of the arrogant man. But that did little to shake the woman who kept coming at him. Now that it was clearer, he saw that she was wearing a Venetian carnival mask.

He took aim at her and fired four shots. She easily dodged them all, which left him dumbfounded. No one had ever dodged one of her shots.

The woman realizing his shock advanced in melee against him. Martyr knew that he was no stronger than that phenomenon. She must have been about 6 meters (the biggest phenomenon he had ever seen in his life). He then realized that he had to avoid a melee with her as much as possible, so he did the only thing he could do.

He pulled a knife from his pocket, but before he could do so, she punched him in the face so hard that she threw him across the street. The fog seemed to intensify more at that moment.

The punch hit him squarely, leaving his face bloodied. But that wasn't enough to finish him off. That punch would normally knock out a normal human, but not him. He then slowly rose to his feet with formidable will.

The woman swore she had knocked him out, but when she saw him get up, she was stunned. No one had ever gotten up from a punch from her. But as she took a closer look at the bloodied face of the man she had just punched, she saw his eyes, his blood red eyes staring back at her. But he had something else.

Martyr still had trouble breathing, but that didn't matter now. All that mattered was the target in front of him. His eyes brimmed with an almost inhuman rage.

Mártir finally managed to hold his knife, his revolver was too far from him for him to be able to pick it up without being attacked. The woman looked confident, but inside she was nervous, she had never seen a normal person like that.

Martyr was still attracted to her, and it only got worse every time she got close to her. It was fixed on his head in an almost supernatural way. She didn't seem to notice it. But instead of him being okay feeling that, it only spurred his hatred at that moment.

He then ran towards her, it would be a stupid thought if he was thinking straight, but now the only important thing for Martyr was the woman in front of him that made him arouse so much hatred. Taking the knife from him, he tried to cut the woman who was faster and dodged.

She was pretty fast for a Phenomenon, but that didn't matter right now. Mártir got a space and gave the woman a flying kick. This made her stagger, and he took this opportunity to land a kick to her right leg, which knocked her to the ground.

The woman couldn't believe that a Small One had knocked her down, it embarrassed her so much that she wanted to scream. But that soon ended when she and Mártir heard police sirens.

Mártir at first was surprised, but realized that a bank had been robbed moments before, so the police were natural to be there. But when he turned to flee he was knocked out.