[i]Zenith lies on his bed, thinking about what he is, he rethinks the memories he had when he was becoming prt of FN. He then realizes when the experiments started, the daily experiment, physical and mental tests. He realizes he didn't have a 'normal' childhood. He killed people all the time for the government, he didn't even know who they were, he just did as he was told. Then he starts to think about what he is, how he was made to be this, 'thing'.[/i] [b][i][u]5PM, Dorms[/u][/i][/b] [i]Zenith stands in his dorm, the door closed but unlocked. He picks up his sword, the thing that started it all. He holds it's edge against his chest. The thoughts from earlier still running throughout his mind[/i] [b]Why[/b] ((Open))