Daniel Gale

You awake from a restless nightmare in the world of wicked. Darker. Less redemption. Shadows cling to the corners of your vision as you realize you are not alone. Daniel Gale watches from the darkness, his eyes cold and calculating. Once, he had welcomed his cousin Dorothy with open arms, bringing her to the quiet safety of his mother Em’s farm. But the storm came. The tornado tore through Kansas with merciless fury, rending the earth and swallowing the family home. Death followed in its wake, leaving Daniel buried beneath splintered wood and shattered dreams while Dorothy’s path carried her to adoration and wonder in the land of Oz. When the dust settled, the world had forgotten him—or worse, moved on. Yet he was not left entirely to rot. The Wizard of Oz, that merciless puppeteer of fates, pulled him from the rubble. A lifeline, yes, but also a chain. Daniel accepted it willingly. The world had forsaken him; the Wizard had offered power in return for loyalty. Pain became purpose. Anger became doctrine. For Daniel, Oz could burn. Every golden brick, every smiling face, every cheer for the girl who had stolen his freedom—he would watch it crumble, starting with the one who had been meant to share his life. Beneath the surface of calm intellect lies a storm, coiled and patient. Every smile is a mask; every gesture, a calculation. The boy who once dreamed of farm fields and family dinners now treads the shadows with a singular goal: control. Revenge. Mastery. His cousin’s laughter, her innocence, her light—they are all targets, bait for a mind sharpened by suffering. And when he strikes, there will be no mercy. Only the dark, precise justice of Daniel Gale.