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I looked out upon the abandoned wasteland I call my home. It was four years ago that a disaster happened to make it this way, but I digress. What I see as I look out is a squad of at least five men traveling in formation. Searching for something or someone. I run my hand over the mask I wear. It hides my identity, replacing it with a grinning skull. Not that it matters that much out here but no one must know who I was in my past life. Before I became the Son of Death, before I was whispered about in frightened tones, before I was a legend, before I found peace on the edge of insanity. Before I was…the Son of Chernobyl.

He was gone now. Just gone. I remember him saying, "Please don't go, you're my sister." And I apologized for leaving. Even though it was an accident, I didn't mean to leave him! I saw him at my grave, being found by my parents. They looked worried and relieved at the same time. I was happy for him. That he was still able to be with them. But now he is gone. Just gone. I can't feel him anymore. What's this? I feel lighter. I'm…I'm rising! But where am I going? Ah! The light, it's so bright! I heard a voice "My daughter, is that you?" I couldn't believe it. "Daddy?" My eyes finally adjusted to the light. "Daddy! It is you!" I ran up to him