Monsters. They were all around me. I was only a kid when I ran, still, I would have joined the circus as a clown just to escape the devil himself. My future wasn’t filled with rainbows and flowers, it was filled with death and torture. I was cleaning, just with a gun in my back pocket, instead of a duster. To survive, I’d done it all. Then he’d come along and I’d fallen into his world. Ronin King. Savior. Monster. Mine.