Nero

Pamyton

It wasn't simple to run away from home at seventeen. To be honest, however, nothing has ever been simple for me—either before or in the 10 years afterward.

And I'm doing OK. Kind of. All I have to do is continue to live a covert life. avoiding conflict and being out of people's thoughts.

I should thus be afraid when a guy enters my house via my open patio door and daringly strides into my life. Terrified. Sickened.

But because I'm none of those things, I must be more broken than I imagined.

I'm curious.

And I'm thinking whether giving in to him is the best way for me to regain control over my life.

Not Nero

I realized there would be no turning back when I killed a guy for the first time. For me, a typical life is not in the cards.

I thus made my own fate by climbing a mountain of corpses rather than turning around. the creation of The Alliance.

And that was okay with me. Satisfied enough to continue.

Up until I entered her life by passing through those wide doors.

I ought to have left. I ought to have left by the same door that I entered. But I refrained.

Her life is now in jeopardy.

However, such is the drawback of being a horrible guy. If I have to defend what's mine, I will gladly paint the streets crimson.

Payton is mine, too. Whether or whether she is aware of it.