In life, you always need something to blame.
Like how you blamed God for creating you without you wanting to be created or how you blamed your teacher for giving you a bad score.
Axel always wondered who he had to blame for all the things that got thrown into his life.
You know, before anything went to hell, Axel was actually having a good normal day with two hands that did not disappear since the morning. He had nailed his chemistry test, listened to Aster's ego talk, and he was having a pleasant conversation with his best friend, Rune.
Things were beginning to look up for him.
Until they didn't.
"Come on, Axel. You shot the guy two days ago as Axel. That means you don't care about your identity anymore, don't you? So why hide?" The mercenary stated with a lasting playful venom in his tone.
Axel just sat there as his body began to tremble. The cold dread that slowly trickled into his mind and took control of him caused an urge to run away right here, right now.