A world built on desires.
On goals.
On dreams.
Those who dared to dream should have been revered as gods.
So why—
"Kill him! He's a dreamer!"
"Calling backup! Dreamer spotted in the city!"
"Death to dreamers!!"
…was the world like this?
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A boy ran.
His eyes- one sky blue, the other deep jade- flickered as he sprinted through the empty streets.
They were gaining.
They were always gaining.
If he didn't speed up it would be over.
He stopped.
He turned sharply and faced them.
The officers skidded to a halt.
Close.
Then-
Click.
The colour drained from his eyes.
His body swallowed by a mass of darkness.
What remained was a bottomless void.
He was gone.
The officers froze.
"What…?"
"The hell was that…?"
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"Fucking finally."
The boy lay sprawled across a rooftop, a cold drink in one hand and a small gem in the other.
Lucian exhaled slowly, staring out over the town below.
Barren.
Broken.
Rotting.
A fitting place.
A perfect place for the criminal market.
A perfect place for him.
His gaze shifted—locking onto a larger building in the distance.
Even from here, it looked like it might collapse at any moment.
Still standing somehow.
Click.
He vanished.
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What a shitshow.
The inside was worse.
Tables splintered.
Walls cracked.
Chairs barely holding together.
Lucian stepped forward.
"I'd like to collect the reward."
He tossed the gem across the room.
A man barely caught it
"Woah, kid, that was fast."
Lucian said nothing.
"A job like that… done in a couple hours?" the man muttered.
His eyes lifted.
"What was your name again?"
Lucian ran a hand through his hair.
"Lucian."
A pause.
"Lucian Raveal."
His mismatched eyes stared forward, emotionless.
Irrelevant.
It wasn't surprising the job was done so quickly.
It wasn't surprising at all.
After all Lucian Raveal
was a dreamer.