A boy walked these streets.


    Wearing a navy blue uniform and some branded black pants, to go, with it. A face so mediocre, one, might bring in the question, of his existence.


    But under his mediocre appearance, lies an extremely handsome boy.


    Lost in the crowd.


    Among this massive horde, termed lightly, as a society. He, too, would be a cog, in this massive system, one day. A number, perhaps, adding to its infinitesimal value.


    The boy still thinks, he even now, harbours the bane of all highschool students, a hope, to do something he loves.


    But the tragedies unfold before his own eyes, fail him, in his path.


    "Why am I still living? Is there even a reason" He made it to his destination? It was a seaside cliff.  None present in its surroundings.


    He looked in the deep vast ocean trying to see if this would kill him or not.


    His name is Elle Phantasma. Weird name but his folks were into some hardcore dnd.


    His was a normal family. A caring father, a loving mother and a step-sister who adored him to her best.


    Then again, her love was even too much for him.


    Obsession would be the right term.


    Still, that was not the reason for his being here.


    A few days ago his father died of a plane crash, mother killed too in a similar fashion, a car accident to be exact.


    Then, it started his life spiralled out of control. You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.


    Alia closed herself from everyone still he had to be strong for her.


    Again, he would reiterate it was too much. The politics between his relatives soon showed its ugly face, as his distant uncle, wanted to, take their custody.


    He knew what type of man, that individual was.


    How one might question?


    But to expand, Elle was an odd one, from his very birth.


    Always, quiet and distant. However, it was not because of ill growth or anything.


    He observed. That was his hobby. The people around, their expression, attitudes, movements, body language, everything.


    While, one might consider this, to be boring. He took, this blooming interest, to a whole new level.


    Having one night stands, putting a different facade, in front of different girls. Stalking their reactions to it, little by little becoming a cat and mouse chase for him.


    Again he was popular, because of these antics and one of the reasons why no one dared to bully his little sister.


    After all, he doesn''t have to do anything, just insinuate. Start a rumour, perhaps? Drag their reputation in mud while hiding among the crowd.


    Devious it was.


    It was fun.


    Cruel it stands.


    It was fun.


    Ruined their lives.


    Still...it was fun.


    It felt thrilling, it made him feel alive.


    Watching them begging, kneeling before him, just to delete a tweet or a picture was enthralling enough.


    Again, it all came to an end when most of his family died.


    It was up to him to save his step-sister. She is cute, by the way.


    Always coddling him, even in highschool sleeps with him.


    Then again, these interactions between these siblings were abnormal. However, he couldn''t stop for his sister would cry, if he did.


    He could not push her away...


    Not when she was still hurting.


    "So you came? Sure, do have some balls, eh" a knife in the person''s hand.


    Instantly, Elle changed his expression.


    Petrified in fear, he asked with a quivering voice,


    "...Why?"


    With a jovial smirk, the familiar relative of him, spoke "haha...you were always so naive, Elle. Killing you would not only net me, your entire fortune but your ripe sister, too, would be mine"


    Again, it was for money.


    Humans, all the same.


    So predictable...so FUN.


    "Now, stand there and let me do my work" He approached Elle with bold steps, sure of his victory.


    "Don''t come close" He made himself look small and vulnerable. Trying to play, the role of the victim, to his very best.


    "too late" the individual jumped, slightly, to make a horizontal slice, over his chest.


    It was time.


    "eh," suddenly a loud noise, went around the surrounding as if a grenade had been thrown.


    And like a sack of his potato, the man before him, his uncle fell before him.


    With a cold smirk, Elle watched as he looked above to match his eyes.


    In just that moment, Elle shot another round in the centre of his eyes.


    "Look down...like the dog you are"