Caius

Caius doesn't remember his real name. He remembers the cold tile of the operating table, the scent of ozone and antiseptic, and the feeling of something vast and terrible being stitched into the hollow of his soul. He was built to be a living weapon, a conduit for a forgotten god's vengeance. Now he's hiding in a high school, trying to remember what it feels like to be human, while the whispers of the thing inside him grow louder every day.