He was an experiment.

A soul broken and mended endlessly in hunt of perfection.

Flesh replaced with metal, and mind replaced with discipline and horror.

He was meant to be new. He was meant to be beautiful.

He never believe that.

But she did.

She was his warmth in this cruel, cold world.

Cybernetically enhanced at a young age she knew she wouldn't ever live a life of a regular person.

Seen as a trophy by all.

Perfect. Useful. Owned.

She was conditioned to obey the rules, and speaking to others wasn't one of them.

She did anyway.

She saw something beautiful in his eyes. Strength in his weaknesses.

Falling for an experiment was definitely not allowed - he wasn't supposed to matter.

She did anyway.

The nights playful terror!

A king in his own way.

He watches. He calculates. He plays.

Chaos is practically his middle name.

Sneaking through shadows, causing havoc anywhere he goes—just for fun.

If you don't terrify people a little bit then what's the point?

He thrives on reactions. The sharper, the louder, the more scared… the better.

The darker the moment, the more alive he feels in it.