Somehow, I can erase the space between me and an object, hurling it towards my like a sort of vacuum. In essence it's the same, but the way I have to do it is very different from someone with proper telekenisis. It's pretty undignified since it's got me breathing and exhaling all over the place, as if all that air's just been pulled into my stomach. It's why I've never tried this ability on anything other than empty space.

Well, that's a lie. I've tried to eat a few chips with it, but all did was make me feel strangely full and wanting to vomit at the same time. I walk over to a small table table and hover a finger and a thumb over a piece of char siu pork on the table before relenting.

I've been toying around the idea of doing "manual" labour with it, but I don't think I want to waste my shots on restoring my Chorus on menial tasks. Plus, I doubt I could make enough to get much of a profit off of it. There's too many people that are naturally gifted like gorilla or elephant hybrids for it to make sense. I'd forgive you for thinking I was someone with the DNA for fighting, but no, I'm a dragon hybrid. Apparently, one of my ancestors was responsible for eating the moon.

Even though my family stayed human during the incident 33 years ago, I grew these horns and became a Bakunawa. That's why I live alone in this attic repurposed as an apartment where the roof is only as tall as I am.

At least since the window is right beside my futon, I can look at the city streets while sitting in my bed.