With the old gods dead, the new shall rise.
A font that took on different shapes, frustrated of their confinement.
A conman 6 feet in his own grave.
A dictator in the skin of the masses.
A young writer, worrying where she stands now, but at least she stands as herself.
A zookeeper in the cages of his animals, profiting off our chaos.
The world spins in a circle, and these 5 too will one day become our villains. I pray they won't live to see that day.