prologue

Electricity always follows a designated path, a wire or a galvanic cell, neurons to travel within. It always finds you, like you were some cruelly fated lightning rod. In this world, in the next, you are never left without static at your fingertips, as many thunderous currents in your body as veins. Whether it be the venom strike the spider would grant you, or the treacherous lightning that courses through you now.

Whether you are a hero or a villain.

Or-whether you are something entirely different.