That day was her birthday. And the day I lose my fight to get her out from this miserable place.

   I still remember clearly what happened that day. I still remember how I kneel down to the earth and felt so...

   Lost...

   This is me the red cape warrior. That is what they always called me. The red cape. I don't understand why people always judge a book by it's cover

   I am from a blood manipulator clan called Crimson Warrior. My power? I can manipulate blood and I can even shape it into any shape that I want. 

   Try to guess. Why am I wearing red cape? Not black or white? This is because the bad guys will not see me bleeding. My job? Arresting bad guys and stop someone from robbing a bank.

   And of course, every superheroes have their own weaknesses. Just because of my power, I easily get aneamia but so far as I remember I never faint while chasing a bad guys.

   How I get my power? I said just now about my clan. So, I guess it's from great great great grandparents of mine.

    What so special about me? I am born from two different clan. Crimson Clan, The Blood Manipulator and Venom Clan, The Poison Blood. Both are super rare power that no one can control either one of them.

          Crimson Clan                           Venom Clan

   But me, I can control both. My super power comes from both my ancestor. Blood running through my vain are the super duper rare blood.

   I can manipulate blood and my blood is a poison itself. Hard to live with this kind of 'curse'. Definitely not a gift.

But what I believe.

   Usual morning. Usual day. Usual activity. Sometimes I am tired with my live like this.

   I moved to my mum old house at the 21st St. Mile 2 months ago. Both my parents have their own work to do in Malaysia. I live alone of course because my age nearly 20 years old. Yes. Nearly means the next day was my birthday, 8th April.