[h1][b][u]Cain End'rana[/u][/b][/h1]
[i](Wendy Arc)[/i]

Another day of grueling effort to survive.
 
Standing on top of the roof of an uneventful building, Cain End’rana stared off into nothing in particular. He had discovered several more Clown hideouts, which were disposed of easily. The previous day when he fought a certain group of Skinheads, he was not feeling his best. Even now, he felt tired, but he knew that there was no excuse for the weak to complain in a world where mistakes led to things worse than death. It was once a scary thought when he was younger; now, it had become a mere reminder for who he was.
 
A blade rested on his back; it was the same blade that kept him alive. It was a reminder that he was not like others in more ways than one. He wanted to be like others, but he also wanted to be different. The internal conflict within him had died down long ago once he accepted his fate of running, hunting, and slaughtering.
 
Cain End’rana had every right to be pessimistic, but he refused to look down when he could always look up. If people died every time he looked down without the energy to move, he would force himself to move forward by looking up. As he moved, he would make sure that he could alter a seemingly unalterable destiny and change it to something nice.
 
Something that he could enjoy, hopefully. Perhaps it would be something he won’t be able to see in the end.
 
A static noise entered his right ear as he blinked, looking over the city beneath him.
 
[i]”Cain,”[/i] his brother started, [i]”I got news on a sector around District 22’s mountainous regions.”[/i]
 
The End’rana sighed.
 
“Shoot.”
 
[i]”There’s some sort of… situation going on there. I can’t tell for certain on what it is, though.”[/i]
 
Moving away from the edge of the building, Cain headed to a flight of stairs as he asked, “And what makes it look suspicious?”
 
[i]”Well, I’m pretty certain there was a brief signal of a civilian being lugged around by this group of men. You might as well check it out incase there are any civilians kidnapped-”[/i]
 
“If that’s the case, I guarantee that there [i]will[/i] be hostages being held, then. You said District 22, right?”
 
[i]”Yup. Be careful, and don’t forget to get my help if you need it.”[/i]
 
The dark-haired plasma manipulator mentally agreed as the transmitter fell silent.
 
Running out of the building, Cain headed towards the mountainous region of District 22. He chose a route containing a few amount of people in it as he occasionally went through several shortcuts.