Set in modern day Japan, Hak, only 17 has experienced more pain in the entirety of his whole life than most people in his down stricken building estate. Hak's only goal in life is to live by his Uncle's house rules and to put a bolt lock on his murd...
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Prologue
*Cold bitterness, chilling resentfulness. I weep, for my tormentor has left me in the cold once again. He has cut my hair, and has tied my wrists. I am afraid for I can see only darkness.
I fear the loneliness, I detest the silence. My release is never to come. If there's nothing left but my withering corpse, please learn from my lesson of love. *
-Testaments from the betrayed.
I didn't smell like myself. Recalling my natural scent was a task, and yet I was sure I didn't smell the same. My skin was scrubbed raw by such diligent maids with lavender-scented concoctions, no mind paid to the adorned scars I held all over my body. They didn't care, not a single one. They hadn't cared for any anguish presented by me. And although I was the one they had been waiting for, I was still a burden, nonetheless.
After my traumatic bathing experience, I was flung into a fitted white shirt and black slacks, finished with a black cloak to keep me warm. All too suddenly, I was thrown into a black SUV by several maids and bodyguards as the hour long journey to our awaited destination began. I huddled my miniature frame into the backseat of the car as my heart beat erratically. I took in my surroundings, there was a driver whose face I could not recognise and a woman sitting next to me with her black hair tied so tightly her face seemed to stretch forcibly over her bone structure. Her name was unknown to me, but my gut willed me not to inquire. After my eyes continuously clashed with her disapproving glare, I opted to look outside the window. The darkness successfully masked road names and street signs.
As an hour's length journey seemed to be compressed into merely seconds, we had arrived in what seemed to be a deserted forest. A moment of silence was all I was granted, until I was suddenly flung out of the vehicle with the aid of a beefy-strong arm. The high incline of the towering car, caused me to trip and fall on the twig covered floor. But I suppose no sympathy was paid to me as I was pulled by the arm, once again.
Tears pricked at my eyes in couplets of stinging affliction, as the horrid woman with calloused, stick-figured hands dragged me by my wrist through the night.
The night was chilling, as my black, velvet coat whipped in the unrelenting wind. The darkness of the eve was embedded in every crevice of the forest, masking and choking all light. A glance at the sky proved anything but comforting as the moon hung mockingly, lighting no future path of my own. My small heart hastened uncontrollably and uncomfortably as I all but feasted my eyes on the forest stretch and its deathly welcome. The lean trees with ebony like bark and branches that reached out for your soul. The fog that laid low, whispering troubles in my ear, urging me to delay going any further.
My breaths came out in shallow puffs as I tried my best to stumble in a similar pace as the wretched lady. My legs felt foreign to me. They were uncooperative and failed to loosen a certain lethargic feeling; thus I could not muster the energy needed to appease this woman's irritation with my slowness. I knew where she was taking me. Where they were taking me. The men in jet black suits formed a protective circle around me and my dragger, keeping caution to all our surroundings. They moved with the grace of murderers, evoking more fear than any semblance of safety and comfort.
