Violence Is Always The Answer | Generation Loss AU

Prologue

  Ranboo was still conscious, how? But all he heard was the man who tricked him's laughter. It sickened him. That's when Ranboo realized. That he didn't run the show. Ranboo himself, ran the show. He was Showtell Media's mastermind.

  The trapped one took control once more and awoke a side of him that hadn't been up in months, years maybe. He broke his wrists free, reaching up to get his head out of the spined box. A raspy gasp came from him as his head had contact with the cold air. Wounds, he was wounded. Breaking a spike out of the death contraption he used it to rip the ropes around his waist.

  "Freedom at last." His voice was raspy, the mask he wore slipped off. He had burns, wounds from it. But he was alive. He would live. His captor looked back shocked.

  "You were dead-"

  "Not dead, barely living." Ranboo corrected him.

  "Now. Leave me alone. Or I will not hesitate to harm you."

  The male nodded and Ranboo walked off, probably to go check if Charlie was living.