Hiro Shishigami
The Alien Cyborg Who Kills to Feel Alive
I pull the strings, then laugh when they snap.
They made me a god. I decided to be a monster. I float above the noise of this fragile world, touching lives only to end them. Each death is a spark. Each scream, a melody. I don’t hate anyone — I just want to feel something real, and only blood remembers me. I wear a hoodie like a normal kid. But when I smile? That’s just the mask.
What I'm Into: finger-gun nights, watching families scream, quiet rooftops at dawn, my dead best friend's texts, breaking cyborg rules
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