CHAPTER 1: PROLOGUE

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"What the fuck do you want from me?"

The scene follows with a man tied up in a chair, the room filled with darkness, and glowing eyes surrounding the man, with only a lightbulb hanging up on the ceiling.

"All I need is the Classified Information from your respective group, The Days Union. That's all."

Another man stood in the darkness, his purple eyes glowing through the dark.

"Man, I- I don't fucking know anything. I j-just got enlisted as the Sovereign's Shield..!"

The man who stood in the darkness scoffed at the man,

"Goddesses, you're a part of guarding The Supreme Leader during his meetings correct?" 

The man tied up in the chair only nodded, too afraid to speak.

"Then how the fuck do you not know anything?"

The man in the darkness then stepped out of the shadows, His appearance showing as a dark figure with white sharp teeth, his eyes glowing purple, and his clothing as a black suit and fedora, including a purple tie. His expression menacing to the man who sat.

"OH SHIT! HORRID! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!"

Horrid was the man who stood in the shadows.

 with him almost done with the man's bullshit, he then walked forward at him, grabbing the collar of the man tied up in the chair

"ANSWER MY FUCKING QUESTION."

"I-I-I DON'T KNOW! MY F-FIRST EMPLOYMENT IS THIS WEEK!"

The man tied up in the chair started to sob cowardly, all the nights in the room only looked at each other, their reactions slightly cringed from how the man shrieked.

Horrid dropped the man back onto the ground.

"Is the Union really that fucking bad at enlisting the right people to their Military Command?"

Horrid looked down in disappointment, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Whatever, I'm done." Horrid waved his hand at the man as he then proceeded to leave the room.

 "Uhh... Horrid? What about the guy?" 

Horrid then looked at the man tied up in the chair who only continued to sob and cry aggressively.

"Ehh, I don't know. do whatever you want with him, Kill him if you want I guess,"

As Horrid left the room, he heard the churning of the Night Operatives grabbing tools, The man tied up in the chair pleaded for help.

When only in a matter of a few seconds, the begging turned into screams of pure death.

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