The dull blackened night sky filled the eyes of wandering civilians in towns where welcoming lights were displayed all-around a massive tree that jetted off the dying concrete glimmering around the joyful Christmas cheers, a day where everything is cheered all concurrently.

It was a year that ended the deadly fourth world war with an allies victory, millions, maybe a billion died from the bombarded bombs that were dropped on peaceful towns for no reason but satisfaction. Families lost loved ones and some families killed their loved ones under the influence of PTSD, but one of the families birthed a child that witnessed its family get beheaded right in front of him by orders of the higher-ups for giving enemy soldiers that were forced in war a nice shelter.

That scarred child became homeless in seconds, he suffered massive beatings from the passing civilians who felt like bullying a "traitor", this made the Government bring the weak, hungry boy into a special prison where any type of ages was tortured for expressing a single drip of emotions, which formed a disorder titled "Neurotransmitters Switch Disorder", or NSD for shorter meanings. This disorder was a disorder that was given to people who had the capability to switch off emotions and feelings.

When people were given this disorder, they were secretly known as a monster behind fake smiles and caring, that mask would slip very quickly as soon as the government snatched the poor victim away and dragged them down to the pits of hell.

25th December 2451, Tuesday, 8:00 AM.

Chatter was silently heard in the moving bus where it was packed with students in their neat school uniform, one person in the packed bus stood out from the rest, he was a tall fella, 6'6 feet tall to be exact, had grey-blue piercing eyes that were focused on the see-through phone he held in his hand. His coconut brown hair was medium lengthened with the roots being wavy to the point they wrapped around his ears.

He was very neatly dressed and seemed polite mannered, his head perked up when he felt the force of his body fly forwards recklessly into another person from reacting to the sudden bus stop, the boy groaned minorly and stepped back a few inches.

" S-Sorry" The boy stuttered, facing the back of an old man's head, the old man turned his head gradually around to face the nervous boy with a warm smile.

"It's ok, kid. It's not your fault for the bus to suddenly stop" The old man scoffed lightly.

After that incident, the boy jumped off the bus and stood right in front of the school gates, they were black metallic bars seeming to be pushed open from the approaching hundreds of students, they looked like new students who already made groups of friends based on different certain subjects.

"I'm so going to surprise the teachers with my powers." Cocky boys chuckled to their friends, being picked on in return as a banter behaviour.

Students were finding their way around the school from the help of teachers, but some students already knew the way in and out since they had a sibling who already went there before them. The boy pulled out a sheet of paper where it explained the class periods and how students can get to them, so the boy followed the path through the long, bright, plain hallways, through different buildings and up a few stairs to meet his destination.

"Class B1" was read on a cardboard sign plastered onto a wall, hovering over the closed door where students were seen messing around, the boy grabbed onto the handle and pushed the door open softly.

Eyes fell on him like thirsty hyenas looking for prey as he walked in front of the class, he investigated and noticed the classroom was divided into the sections.

There was a red line in the northwest of the class that had five students in the square.

The colour orange was seen in the north middle of the class with six students inside.

Yellow was to the northeast with four students inside.

Green had three students and was located in the south middle of the classroom.

Blue had two students and was to the west front.

Then there was purple, there was only one student and it was an attractive female gazing at the window with cold eyes at the east front.

A smile formed across the boy's face as he started to open his mouth.

"My name is Caden Dahil, nice to meet you all" Caden chirped.

This was the story of a boy named Caden Dahil, aged 16, and was a person looking for revenge with the diagnosed disorder of Neurotransmitters Switch Disorder.

To Be Continued...