He watched through the window as the rain kept tapping against the window. The red could not leave his mind, scaring him with each moment passing by. It was impossible. "Me. Me bad. Me not want bad". Thoughts racing his fragile brain. Such a brute, face scared with a nasty burn and tatoos all over his muscular body, but it wasn't the scars that could see that made this titan to where he is to day. It's the little voices that were created by years and years of abusement by this cold hursh world. Still... So fragile, so innocent. Life could not spare him from anything, it just had to give him it's best shot. And life's best shot was too much for big adam. So he sat in the dark. Crying. Mumbling. "Me not want bad" still with the blood on his hands. He just opened the gate. A black one. A one full of everything thats wrong with this world.
