I remember that someone once said to me these words; "Be careful when fighting monsters, lest you become a monster yourself." My name...is Dalton Kent. And no, I'm not the son of Superman, for your information, otherwise I would be seeing through walls and shoot laser beams out of my eyes by now.
Ahem, sorry about that. A long time ago, I thought was just merely a human being that just moved into Gardenia alongside my parents. But for as long as I can remember, I kept having these....dark dreams, about some...gothic civilization being destroyed. And just as said society was obliterated, I always suddenly wake up in the middle of the night, breathing heavily with sweat beading down my face.
However, when my family moved into our home in Gardenia, those dreams kept getting worse, feeling more like...an old memory. I mean, I wasn't exactly a goody goody two-shoes teenager who would always focus more on schoolwork and my grades and other crap like that. I was someone who had....different tastes, nothing more.
As for how this story of mine begins, it all started....
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