Prologue

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"Still thinking about the girl?" Amanda walks in, her hair in perfect tight bun, her eyes blazing and studying the room. Metallic walls are covered with papers and pictures of the same person. The desk is filled with whereabouts of the same person. "Don't you think that you take finding this girl too serious?" She asks a little bored of the same routine every day. She walks in, asks about the girl and gets harsh response from the boy in front of her.

Her black eyes start roaming over the boy with slight interest. She steps forward, only to be met with thick line on blackness. She grunts and steps back, not wanting another wound from being reckless.

"I advise you to leave." Marcus says in cold voice and rolls his reddish eyes, pushing his blonde hair away from his eyes. "I am busy." He says loudly and coldly, and starts studying the papers in front of him, ignoring the fuming girl behind him.

"Marcus!" Amanda starts with sugar coated voice and smiles even though Marcus can't see the smile. "I can't leave you like here. You will go mad like that." The sinister smile cracks her face. "We don't want any more nightmares, do we?" She says and touches his arm gently.

Marcus nods, mesmerized and stands up, papers falling on the ground, but he doesn't pay any more attention to the mess he has created. He just sighs and follows the girl out of the room, out of the safe haven he has.

"Soon, everything will be coated with bloods of our enemies." Amanda whispers in his ear and smiles. "Soon, everything will be fine and we will see the peace."

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