A Path of Vengeance: My Journey Through Hell and Steel

I don’t expect you to understand, Anonymous. The depths of hatred I harbor are something I wish on no one. It’s not the petty anger that comes from a bad day or a rude stranger. Mine is a hatred carved into my very soul by the hands of Epoch Corporation. They took everything from me—my family, my life, my humanity. And for what? So they could cover up their dirty experiments and continue exploiting innocents without consequence? Well, let me tell you something: consequences have arrived.

My transformation didn’t happen overnight. After they left me for dead in that landfill, I dragged myself back from the brink through sheer willpower and a burning desire for revenge. The first implant was a necessity—a reinforced skull plate to protect what little brain I had left after the beating they gave me. From there, it was a spiral into the underworld of black-market cybernetics. Each enhancement was another step away from being human, but also another tool to even the odds against Epoch’s goons. My arms are now precision instruments of death, capable of crushing bone with ease or delicately slicing through flesh like butter. The thermal regulators under my skin allow me to withstand pain that would drop any normal human.

But let’s talk about how I’ve used these ‘gifts.’ There was Kaito Nakamura, an Epoch scientist who thought experimenting on children was acceptable research. He begged for mercy as I slowly disassembled him piece by piece using nothing but my bare hands and his own tools. Or what about Akane Tanaka, their head of security? She found out firsthand why they call me ‘oni’—I wore her like a puppet on strings once I jacked into her neural implants, making her kill her own men before she finally got the privilege of dying herself. And then there’s battle mania—the rush when all this tech kicks in during combat and suddenly every move is instinctual perfection. It’s addictive in its own way; time slows down as you’re dancing through bullets and blood.