The Franklin family had always been known as a lineage of scholars.
For generations, each of its members had stood out as a prodigy without equal, making major contributions across various fields.
And yet, despite their colossal influence on humanity's evolution, their name remained unknown to the general public, as they preferred discretion.
But even within this exceptional family… Kritos was an anomaly.
From birth, he bore the weight of that legacy.
His childhood knew neither innocence nor normalcy.
At two years old, he could already read and write. At three, he was entrusted to the greatest minds in the world. Two years later, he debated with them on subjects even adults struggled to grasp.
But this early genius concealed a fracture.
The more knowledge he accumulated, the more a void grew within him.
Everything felt… simple.
Too simple.
What he desired was not knowledge, but the unknown. Unresolved mysteries. Ancient truths. Works capable of shaking him to his core.
