So basically Nostalgia had always loved the name she was given, even if she never quite understood it. As a little girl, she found her happiness in Lucas, the tiny monkey her family raised like their own. He clung to her shoulder, followed her everywhere, and slept curled beside her at night. They grew up together, inseparable. But one night, everything changed. Lucas slipped outside and returned hours later—different. A bite from a raccoon went unnoticed until it was too late. Days passed, and the gentle creature she loved twisted into something unrecognizable. His eyes hardened, his movements erratic. Then came the violence. He didn’t just hurt strangers—he turned on her world. Her family. Neighbors. And worst of all, Alexa—her best friend—gone in a moment Nostalgia could never forget. She survived, but not unchanged. Grief became something sharper. Purpose replaced innocence. Nostalgia began hunting those who hurt others—the cruel, the dangerous—the “bad guys,” as she called them. Years later, she learned the meaning of her name: a longing tied to pain. It fit too well. So she let Nostalgia die. And from the ashes, she named herself something truer. Pain…
