Perhaps the world doesn't need you.
It only needs your absence.
Away from your poison.
Steve Pitcher stepped out of his car and took in a deep breath. The air was crisp, and a cool breeze rustled through the leaves of the surrounding trees. He looked up at the clear blue sky, contemplating the peaceful scene before him. It seemed almost surreal to him how everything had been going so calmly lately, despite the ongoing war with the Malos.
Steve was here to see his sister, Don Belle. She had been the mastermind behind a brilliant plan to turn the Wesley family against the Malos, and it was working so well that the Malos didn't even have time for Steve and his comrades anymore. Instead, they were struggling to recover from the last Wesley attack and solidify their defenses.
