Upon entering his home, his relief that everyone was present was quickly diverted by the greetings of his lovely family. “Ugh the Freak is back,” came from the side of the living room where his “beloved” sister was sitting with her phone. ‘Freak’ was the word used for special people with a more useless power. It was insulting and downgrading, but it gets used a lot. Sadly it is true that some have an absolutely useless power, like turning into a heap of slime when getting nervous. It is just gross. Kenji’s sister doesn’t know about his power, she only uses this word to insult him. Just because they are siblings doesn’t mean that they would get along. Basically they never got along. His sister, Mari, was the older one. Not even one whole year older. Seems weird at first but then again it is the proof that you can get pregnant when you are still breastfeeding your first child. It is not hard to imagine who the unwanted child was of the two. Maybe that was also the reason that Mari didn’t like Ken, because she didn’t get enough attention as a newborn. Whatever the reason may be, it is as it is and Ken ignored her “greeting” as he put down his bag.<br/>His father was watching tv in the living room and did not even greet him. Well, that was also normal. To avoid any conflict about that, Ken threw a greeting is his direction. This was answered by a grunt that sounded like “shut up I’m watching tv”. His mother was in the kitchen cooking dinner. “Kenji, table.” The tone of voice didn’t leave any room for protest. Nothing like ‘why me, I just came home while Mari has been here for over an hour doing nothing’. So he just went ahead and set the table for dinner without any comment. They were the kind of family that had dinner pretty early in the evening. This was because his father wanted to have dinner whenever he came home from work, no matter if he came home earlier or later than usual. In other words, he must be in a bad mood right now because dinner is not ready yet.<br/>Dinner itself went by the same pattern as always. The food was pretty tasteless, the tv that could be seen from the dinner table was set to the news, his father grumbled about his work, his mother listed everything she did that day, his sister boasted about something pretty meaningless, and Kenji did his best to stay quiet. Even though he did not have any friends, he was not unsociable. At the university he would frequently be greeted and often had small talk with the other students from his year. Some would come to him with questions about the course or just to ask which reference books he uses. Outside of this house he was pretty much a normal human amongst the others. Inside this house it was better to act like he didn’t exist.<br/>The news reporter interrupted his train of thoughts as his father turned up the volume, he had the remote control next to him, always. “...identity of the new hero is still unknown. By now dubbed as “Angel”, there is still only this one unclear picture of the hero that seems to be hunting the “Murderous Shadow” who is responsible for multiple deaths.” Kenji tried to ignore the loud an penetrating voice of the reporter. He didn’t even have to look to know which picture he was talking about. It had been taken a few days ago. It was a blurry picture of a woman with dark hair in a white dress standing on a rooftop. The naming sense was pretty lame as she had big white glowing wings coming out of her back. The reporter went on to list the about 10 murder cases for which the “Murderous Shadow” was being held responsible and ended with the hope that the “Angel” would soon bring judgement upon him. So far for the objectiveness of the news. Not alone was there absolutely no prove for who the murderer is, the only thing that this “hero” did was standing on a rooftop, there was no hint of her hunting anyone or even being a hero. Humans are so quick to judge based on appearance. Kenji remembered himself of his promise to himself to never let anyone find out about his powers. That he would only use them to find out who is behind these series of murders.<br/>Dinner was finally over and after cleaning everything up by himself, Ken went to his room to do the homework that he had planned to do that evening. After finishing up he prepared for bed and read a few chapters in the roman that he had started reading last week.