"All too easy."

The day had gone great. Finals were scored from École Polytechnique with perfect grades. Jerome Victors lived a good live. He was a child prodigy of intelligence, In pretty fair athletic condition, and his family wasn't too bad off either. He was nineteen and stood at five foot eleven, a good height.

However it was the first upside that changed his life, for the worse, this day. He got home later that night than his family would have liked. He tried to enter quietly and peeked inside to hear the voices of his parents in their room. Good. He was an only child so he wouldn't have to worry about any siblings catching him. He'd just have to worry about his parents later.

Then something, no, someone, caught his eye.

Stretched out on the sofa in his living room was none other than Z, the self proclaimed Knight of Justice. He stepped back at the sight and nearly shouted before Z opened his hand to reveal a gun with a silencer on it.

Jerome swallowed, trying to remain calm.

How did he get in here? Why didn't my parents know? Why didn't he kill them?! Will he?!

Questions whizzed through his mind the last he voiced aloud,

"What do you want?" He said voice full of worry. Unlike some, admittedly still a minority, he saw Z as no more than a hacker and vigilante terrorist.

Z stood up. Jerome noticed they were of equal height and similair build, however while Z stood at his full height Jerome slouched somewhat.

"Jerome Victors. Age 19, Height 5'11" or 1.08 meters, Perfect grade student at Ecole Polytechnique, brown hair, brown eyes, notably highly intelligent, knows natively French but also German, English, Breton, and ancient Greek, with some experience in latin. He is quiet, practical, and spends most of his time in books..." As Z kept talking he took slow small steps towards him. And with every word Jerome grew more fearful. Fearful of his life, fearful of his family's lives. And confused about what this man wanted.

Z finished with, "And the perfect subject for my identity."

He removed his mask and Jerome's eyes grew wide in recognition. It was him! That was Jerome's face. He stepped back in horror.

A serpents staff formed into Z's left hand and looking into its eyes Jerome froze. He felt no more fear. Just the pull of the ruby eyes of the staff.

A grin crossed the face of Z, "All too easy."