Remember that time I was kidnapped by a magical society, discovered I wasn't as human as I thought, and started a war?
Yeah, I wish I didn't either.
All I wanted was to find my place in the world, and now that I've got it, I can't help laughing at what an idiot I was for wanting it in the first place.
Because the magical world isn't butterflies, roses, and ponies. It's vampire hybrids, evil sorcerers, and these dudes who drip black goo everywhere and can kill you with a look. And my dumb ass is stuck in the middle of it all.
That war I started?
It's breaking the world as we know it.
And if I don't put my anger aside and save the magical society that imprisoned me, I might wind up losing my newfound "powers" and the only place I've ever felt at home.