I am Qin Min. Or at least, that's what people usually call me.
I was supposed to be a hero, second only to The Outcast and above millions, revered by all for generations to come.
But He deceived me. By the time I died, my name had never made it into the history books, though my deeds had. They called that glory-hungry man a great general of his age, and called the butcher's work a glorious feat.
After all this time, I've awakened. The world has changed so much, yet it also seems never to have changed at all. I'm still... the rat living amid the malice of the people in this world, the vermin barely surviving in the dark gutters.
I have to stay alive, just as I always have: clinging to life, however miserably.
(An alternate cyberpunk world with urban supernatural powers. Not a power fantasy. New author, please show your support.)
