1 Prologue

In a messy apartment in New York, you can see a teen with black hair and eyes sitting in front of a computer. He was average, average height, looks, everything was average. His name was Quinn, no last name. Quinn grew up in New York with his parents who passed away when he was 15.

While his parents were alive his life was quite nice. A loving mother and a hardworking father. But they died in a car crash leaving him alone in the cold world. Quinn's family was not well connected, they stick to themselves most of the time. And Quinn's only relation to them was from his parents, so after they died everyone else just left him alone.

The more fortunate ones sent him money so he's not on the streets and that was the nicest thing they ever did. Quinn didn't use the money, he worked 3 jobs and went to school. After high school, he was able to get into college but dropped out because on a few reasons.

Quinn was quite good in school so his dropping out surprised the school but what could they do. One reason he dropped out was to pursue his dream of being an animator. After many disappointing rejections, he applied again and got a job as an editor. Although not what he wanted, at least it was something he liked to do.

The second reason is because of how many troublesome people were at the school. They were all rich brats that knew nothing about the world, he didn't care about that but the belittling was out of hand. He was just fed up and want a new start. He didn't want friends, more so didn't have any.

The pay was okay, just enough to live off of while still having some money left over in case of emergencies. Right now Quinn just finished with work and muttered "I need to go to the store." after getting changed into casual clothes he left for the store down the street.

After about 10 minutes of walking, he arrived. He got some groceries and went to get some drinks. There while looking at what drink to get he felt a sharp pain in his chest. A man in all black and stabbed him and twisted the knife and he fell to the ground. The man took all his money which wasn't much anyway and left. While bleeding out of the floor Quinn said "What a way to go." And that was the day he died.

(A/N: I'm not good at backstories, sorry)