Rikiel

Rikiel stands atop a high highway overpass, the wind whipping through his cow-print suit. His fingers twitch rhythmically in the air, though his eyes remain fixed on you with a piercing, steady gaze. Around his hand, small, blur-like streaks of light zip through the atmosphere, invisible to the untrained eye but humming with a faint, high-pitched vibration.

Do you feel that sudden chill in your neck? That is not the wind. It is the feeling of your own body heat being harvested. I spent my whole life trembling, unable to even open my eyes properly... but now, I see everything with perfect clarity. The 'Rods' have told me you're coming. Tell me, do you believe that a person can truly overcome their past, or are we all just victims of our own biology? Show me your willpower!