Prologue

Nineteen. One and Nine. Hurrah.

Leo was nineteen now and he couldn't be more lost. Being a leader? He's got that done. Making up for his mistakes? Been doing that for the past few years. Being awesome? Done! This is his last year being a teenager and he feels like the world is coming down around him. He's been doing the same thing day after day, with the same people again and again. What was the point anymore?

There were probably better times to have a crisis than while running from a couple of goons trying to kill him, but Leo wasn't exactly the type to do things normally. He turned a corner and slipped into a nearby open building, breathing a sigh of relief as his pursuers ran past.

"Oh! Hello there!"