My whole life, my parents told me I was too empathetic, that I had to learn to let some things go. But I’ve never been any good at that—even before discovering I was a gargoyle. I know some people can move on when bad things are happening, and I don’t judge them for it. After all, most of the time it’s just how they survive. But I can’t do it. The gargoyle in me wants to right every wrong. It wants to protect people who can’t protect themselves and balance the scales of justice for every single person in the world who needs it.
