𝘈 𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘺 𝘔𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺 - Prologue

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They don't know how long they've been in this cold, dusty room. Days? Weeks? Months maybe? Each of the shaken up boys knew they all arrived at different times, proving the fact that the grabber is still on the hunt. It's only a matter of time before another boy gets thrown in here once the grabber loses interest in him. Ever since each boy arrived here, they felt like a big part of them died, vanished in thin air. No matter how much they whine, cry, wish, or hope, they knew they weren't getting out of here. But they were at least glad they had each other even if they got annoyed at each other, they found it better than being alone. Yes, they have all their different interests in things and don't share much in common, except for these two factors such as they all HATE the grabber and they all LOVE her. By now, they all mostly forgot a majority of their lives and sometimes even forget their own names but the only thing they truly remembered was a girl that they've each grown to love. Before all getting locked up together, the grabbed used to beat them for any little thing. With every hit, punch, or slap, they'd get a short vision of a angelic girl with {H/l}, {H/c} hair, smiling sadly at them with her bright/dark {E/c} eyes. They all felt like she was very, very familiar and whenever she appeared in their eyes, they felt at peace. The problem was, who was she? They knew they all knew her at some point and shared some special bond with her but forgot her name overtime and what she meant to them. Sure, they've forgotten most about everyone in their lives but that girl always remained on their minds. They knew they've been in the room for a long time and lost almost all hope in people rescuing them but they all have a small feeling, deep down, that one day, she'll come for them. That she'll be the one to save them and bring them home.























𝑨 𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒚 𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚



























'Oh, who is she?'
'A misty memory
'a haunting face,
is she a lost embrace?'



































End Of Act One

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