Broken Vile

Prolougue

It's so dark...

The sounds of the tire whirring filled my ears. I can't move my feet, not because they're tied up or anything but I don't have the strength to. My hands on the other hand were bound, restraining me from any movements. Why am I here? What did I do? Where are they taking me?

Who am I?

That thought stopped the other questions with more questions that made me feel even more queasy. I seem to be sitting inside the cargo of a truck, maybe.... I don't know my name, I don't know my age. I don't know anything.. I thought the people who kidnapped me were going to kill me first but it seems like my thoughts are gonna have a head start.

...Fuck fuck fuck! this is the worst day ever—

    As I was reminiscing about my 'said to be the worst day', the truck stopped moving. Suddenly, a raspy voice could be heard near me.

"Damn it.."
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Fuck, that scared me. I thought It was someone else but it was just my own voice. Am I a dumbass or something? It's been a few minutes since the car stopped.. I wait in anticipation for something to happen. It was then the door suddenly opens up, revealing sunlight and also a sophisticated man. It's been hours since I've been sitting here in the dark, the sudden light caused my eyes to sting.

"Hey, come on out, newbie!"

I flinch at the sound of someone else's voice, following the said instructions unconsciously. I look around at my unfamiliar surroundings and sighed before turning to the man in front of me.

The scar across his cheek and his right eye catches my attention. The man seemed to be in his late 30s maybe. I shrugged at the thought and just stayed silent.

" So, Isir Malgeri, a 19 year old high school drop out?"

I listen quietly while nodding. I don't know two shits on who I am and what I'm here for but I'll just accept anything since I don't care anymore. Isir Malgeri? That's my name? Alright...

I guess staying in that damned truck made me a bit irrational but whatever.

"It says here you're in here for murder...?"

The man scoffed.

"We rarely get murder cases in here... They usually send them straight to the Red Wall.. Guess you're a special case"

I stare at the man's eyes blankly, not sure whether he heard it right or not. In here for murder? Is this a prison? It looks more like a military base for kinder gardeners here! Now that's just damn outrageous. I wanted to protest but the man shushed me beforehand.

"Follow me"

Before taking a step, I let out a big sigh. What sort of hell did god prepare for me today?

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