I had a normal life or better yet, normal as it can get when you're a psychic trying to hide your abilities from the entire world.
Despite my freakish powers, I followed the same routine day after day and night after night: Wake up; Take my little brother to school; Go to school; Do my homework; Go to work; Sleep.
Some might say that as a psychic I led a boring life but I couldn't careless. My little brother meant the world to me and with him by my side, life was good. Boring but still good.
So how did my boring life take a 180 degrees turn in a matter of few seconds?
How did my boring perfectly planned out routine fall apart into oblivion?
Sleep became a mission.
School became a bank.
Pencils became a gun.
And my brother became...him.
Blade James Ryder. A killer, a thief and now my kidnapper.