They say monsters are born out of hate.
But that's not always true.
Sometimes, monsters are made out of silence—stitched together by secrets, shaped by pain, and forced to crawl from the ashes of what they once were.
My name is Jerry Tenyson.
I'm seventeen.
And this world doesn't know I exist anymore—not the real me.
The night it happened, I wasn't even supposed to be there. It was supposed to be routine—just a couple of check-ups, a few wires on my skin, a few questions. They promised money. Said it was harmless.
Said I'd be out in a day.
I was young. Desperate. Hopeful. That's the cruelest part—I actually believed I had a future.
Then came the accident.
Or maybe it wasn't an accident.
One minute, I was strapped to a chair. The next, alarms were screaming. Lights turned red. And in the center of the lab, a dark orb cracked open like an egg hatching in the void.
That was the moment everything ended.
And something else began.
I don't know what it is.
But it's inside me now.
It speaks in my dreams. It moves when I'm afraid. And sometimes—when I'm angry—it takes over.
I survived the lab.
No one else did.
Now I'm hunted by people who don't want me alive. I'm changing into something they can't control. And the more I change… the less I remember what it felt like to be normal.
This is not a hero's story.
This is the story of what happens when a broken world creates something it can't destroy.
This is the story of the Abyssborn.
And I'm not here to be saved.
I'm here to tear it all down.
(To be continued )