Franklin was moving along the road side thinking about all his life experience but when he looked aback he found expect from watching animes, reading mangas and earning money online life seems like bullshit to him because no girlfriend, no friends, no connection and bad social communication and make it worse after his parents death his uncle family never treat him well making him even more depressed
" Ahh" he signed " I'm really strong not to fall into depression" he shakes his head and keeps moving aimlessly around as long he doesn't return early to his uncle lodge .
The more he keeps thinking about all this things he more angrier he get and shouted subconsciously " fuck I don't want peace I want war". Every passerby looked at him as if looking at a mad man, he knew he had made a slip up and laugh awkwardly and walked even faster.
" Fuck, everyone is just following the same routine after school is service after service you must have a good work and after that is married then kids after that nurture the kids still they are old to support themselves and the last is old age and death" he signed
" Even if all these can still give happiness am not satisfied at least there ought to spices things to make man life enjoyable. It's not even guarantee anymore whether man can live beyond 70 to 80 years of age and to top it up life is filth and corruption nothing ever make any sense ahhh" he felt like crying because he couldn't even find his direction.
Just as Franklin was moving aimlessly the sky darkened, lightning coil around it as thunder rumbled, Franklin was shocked because right now he was at the middle of nowhere now that he has returned to his senses and had no umbrella to protect him from the rain " shit I overdid myself this time I have to running back".
The moment he turns back the rain started pouring heavily and he ranned but he figured at this moment, the street that he has been used to for 5 years has become strange to him but he keeps running even if it just a place to hide from the rain but he stop running not because he couldn't find a place to hide but what he saw him.
What he saw has already surpassed the word he knew as common. A dark purple glowing sword was right in front of him floating mid air looking so ethereal, illusory yet real but that's not what scared the hell out of him, it the energy the beautiful dark purple sword was excluding, so strong that made him feel insignificant and to make it worse like an ant that could crushed at any moment.
He wanted to run away but couldn't, it was as a magnetic force was pulling him to the sword but before he could move an inch towards the sword, the dark purple sword shot straight into his gabella and he felt pained not in his body but his soul as he screamed but no one comes to his aid as the area he was was desolate.
His head felt like it was going to split over open as he kept screaming and thought
He fell to the ground and kept screaming while the rain kept falling and lightning and thunder rumbled. Huge bolts of lightning gather and strikes towards the screaming Franklin, all that was in Franklin head was < I am truly finished this time > before the dragon like lightning bolts descend on him living on a pile of ashes that was later washed away by the rain and was the time Omoghene Franklin cease to exist.