My parents appear to get along very well and none of them were abusive, which was a relief. My father had black hair, stood 6 feet tall, and appeared to be in good shape, whereas my mother had blonde hair, blue eyes, and stood around 5 feet tall (5,9). My sister, on the other hand, was only about 5 feet tall (4 inches and 2 feet). As my family and I walked back to their house, we noticed a person lying on our porch, asking for money. I was curious if they knew who he was. My father abruptly informed my mother, sister, and me. "Don't worry, he's probably just homeless; I'll give him $10."
My family and I decided to act as if the person were not present, so we approached our house and ignored him. "Hello, sir. You know how unpleasant it is to be at other people's homes, especially if we are unfamiliar with you." My father said calmly, then reached into his pocket for his wallet. As my father was about to give him $10, the homeless man snatched the wallet and began running. My father, on the other hand, did not run after him; instead, I stared at him and carefully avoided comment. I noticed my father's aura turning red, and lines in a pattern and position I'd never seen before. "Mama, shouldn't we call the cops?" My older sister said in terror as she trembled, terrified that her father would be hurt. People in this world have a substance known as a virus, and my father had one that was extremely powerful, but I wouldn't consider it a cheat code. I knew my father was going to hurt the homeless man when his aura turned dark red instead of lighter. "You know, stealing isn't exactly a respectful way to take other people's property." My father described my behavior as that of a cold-blooded serial killer. I've never seen him before like this. Was his presence at the adoption center an act? I reflected to myself. My entire family was shaken and flabbergasted by my father's aura. My father then sprinted and reached the homeless person in a flash. "What the hell, I couldn't even see him" I said out loud
When he got to the homeless man, he kneed him in the stomach and choked him, making sure not to kill him. "Perhaps that will teach you something, filthy fella." I couldn't hear what my father said to his ear, but I assumed it was something bad. The police arrived, and my father explained everything that had happened, except for the virus. "Let's go!" he said to his family. Everyone had to witness that, I'm sorry. He was far too polite, especially after nearly suffocating a man to death. Except for his family, my father was not this polite to others. We returned home, and my mother went to play with my older sister. My father and I were in the living room, which was awkward, so I decided to speak up, despite being nervous: "hey dad, do you have a virus?" He then looked at me while my hands were shaking. "I'm sorry, but I'm not sure what you're saying." He claimed. "It's like a substance that flows through your body and grants you supernatural abilities," I stutteringly explained halfway through.
My father was surprised that I knew what a virus was, but he smiled as he looked at me. "Hey, whatever this virus you're talking about, forget about it, and what's your name?" With a puzzled expression on his face, my father said. Should I tell him I don't have one, I believe that is the better option here. "um... About that, I don't remember my name, I was only born with a mother, but I have no idea what she looked like." I couldn't look at him seriously because I was looking down at my hands. I expected him to laugh at me. "Do you need a name?" Okay, whatever regardless, I'll give you the name Zen. Remember that Kaser is our family name, and we are delighted to welcome you to our home." He was overjoyed to have me, so I smiled back at him to try to adjust to this new life. After a few minutes, he told me about Trokal and what happened there three years ago. I witnessed most of the stories he told me, so I would know if he was lying, so I just played along. My mother then came downstairs with my older sister, who was holding a device and smiling when she looked at me. "How about we all introduce ourselves to one another. "This is Julia, and my name is Maria." With a happy expression on their faces, my mother spoke to me and told me her and my older sister's names. "You can call me dad if you want, but you can call me James if you prefer. He said this while everyone in my family was waiting for me to introduce myself. "I'm Zen... Kaiser Zen, and I'm delighted to be here." My parents were both very loving and supportive.