Going back to the surface, I take off my hood and masks hiding my identity, taking a fresh breath of this destruction riddled planet. Who am I? Many have asked before. My name, is Alexander Didact, son of John Arterius Didact. I'm currently 2940 years old, though I can change my appearance at will, usually taking on the appearance of a Grim Reaper. I have jet black hair in the style of slightly long, with piercing black asian eyes, rugged features in the form of a war veteran's, a scowl almost always on my face. I also wear a mask, forever drawn into an eternal smile of death. My physique is, to an outside point of view appears to be average, but inside, it is able to withstand the strength of black holes. Mentally, I am a natural strategist, yet at the same time, with a weakness. I can see everything, more so than even my fellow soldiers in Heaven Squad, but my curse, is that I see everything, but what I need. On the subject of my senses, nothing can get past my line of sight. My senses are capable of sensing anything in the next universe. I am part of Heaven squad, partner to my sister, Alexandria. My role in Heaven squad is that of a stealth specialist, having spent much time training with the shadows of our organization, and having a natural affinity to stealth. My typical attire is how I dress for combat. A stealth undersuit, modified shapewise like a Wetwork Operative's armor, and my favorite cloak. It was a gift from the Grim Reaper himself, giving me his uncanny abilities. Utter silence, ghostly movement, speeds surpassing Heaven Squad, my face cast in an eternal shadow, control over darkness, shadows, even the very night itself, the cloak is truly a great gift. As I think, I begin to reminisce about how it was that I got here...

Year 5000, Classified UFA Research Depot, location XXXXX XXXXX.

"Interdimensional warp in 10 seconds. 10...

I check over my equipment quickly, going over everything one last time.

9...

Armor, check.

8...

Undersuit, check

7...

Chaos and Order, my two Versial Katanas? Check.

6...

Replication Units? Check.

5...

Omega Energy Radiation Generator? Check.

4...

Reaper Cloak? Check.

3...

I turn to salute Supreme Commander John Arterius Didact, my father. He salutes me back, nodding his approval. I can tell that he truly is proud of me.

2...

I close my eyes and recheck the warp point. Wait a sec...

1...

"UNSTABLE CONNECTION. PLEASE SHUT DOWN IMMEDIATELY." A metallic voice rings out. Everyone widens their eyes in shock, but it's too late. The machine sends me through. As I enter, I see waves of red all around, until I hit something, hard, unconsciousness claiming my mind.

As I awake from my dreamless sleep, I feel as though my father himself had drained my soul. As I come to a bit more, I begin to observe my surroundings a bit more. I'm in a simple house, with nothing more than some basic necessities, just a kitchen with some cooking appliances. The kitchen is rather small, implying that only one person lived there. Even in my weakened state, I still have the ability to absorb matter, utilizing whatever the material was and using them in their original form. If that damn machine hadn't malfunctioned, I wouldn't have so much energy drained. I grabbed every knife I could find, transforming them in a large knife arm that came out of my left and right arms. From this, I also used the oven's potential Thermal energy to add flames to the blades.

I noticed that the kitchen was filled with baking supplies, and on impulse, I baked some cookies, using a secret family recipe and ingredients. Mom did always have a special way of making cookies that I loved. As the cookies finish quickly due to my added heating of the oven, I scout out the second floor, noting the various bedrooms. Although the first three bedrooms are empty except for a few beds, the last one is unique. The room is completely covered in red roses, with a fairy tale esque bed in the center. And on the bed, placed incredibly delicately, was a woman. A woman who looked not even past the age of 30. Surrounding her were pictures of her closest friends, if there smiling expressions were anything to go by. So joyous they are. A younger version of the woman lying on the bed was with another 7 teens, all of them posing for a group photo. I smile upon this picture, the picture giving me a sense of happiness, the likes of which I haven't sensed for a long time. As I see a light movement, I notice the woman trying to reach out for the cookies I brought, but being unable to due to her immobility. I take one of them, feeding her the cookie slowly. She happliy munches on it. As I continue to feed her slowly, I look at the rest of the pictures. Another shows the girl with another, rather buxom blond. By their stances, I assume that they are sisters. They are posing with peace signs, another show of simple joy. Another picture shows the woman with another, engaging in what I assume is their first kiss. The other woman has color scheme of white, nearly everything about her being this color. As I skim over the other photos, a particular one catches my eye, more so than the others. An extremely young version of the woman, along with another person like her, only more green than red. My instincts told me that this one would be important, and my instincts have never been wrong before. As I look around some more, I finally notice a note here, next to her bed. As I look towards her, as if asking for permission, she nods at me. I began to read the strange letter...