Prelude 1

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A man cuffed with cold chains, timidly walk from his prison cell and escorted out. he walked a narrow route with lights flickering. he stumbled across a gallows from behind a glass, despite its windows that reeks of wicked air, the prosecuted man looked at his eeriely untrembling hands, suddenly a stone was cast against him hitting his head as he enters and walked pass by a room full of audience  "murderer!" shouted by one of them. the man's head bleed and the culprit was apprehended for such an uncalled action.

"here" his escort said as he handed him a handkerchief to wipe his wound

"no thanks, I don't wanna soil something that your daughter gave to you" 

the Handkerchief has a name stitched in it. the man is escorted in a small white room nothing but a couple of chairs, a table and an ashtray. Inside, another man wearing white long-sleeves and slacks is waiting for him, he checked his wristwatch as the cuffed man take one of the seats.   

 “I know I seem to be the man you think I am, however, I will not ask you such a cliché question such as “do you believe in god”. Nor obligate you to give me a direct and honest answer to the following questions I’m going to ask??”  the man in white initiated

 

“hmm why is your statement in a form of question?” 

 

“Forgive me, for I am a bit hesitant to ask you this question”

 

“What’s your question?”

 

“like I said; I will not obligate you to give me a direct answer”

 

“is it possible that you want to ask the question, but in conjunction; you do not want to know the answer? at least.. not directly?

 

“Precisely, I believe a smart man like you can solve our predicament”

 

“(scoff) you expect too much of me. Anyway, what you’re expecting me to do is; satisfy your questions where you achieve episteme (justification) and ambivalence (uncertainty). Isn’t that right?”

 

“it’s like you’re reading me like an open book hahaha! Oh, and remember the only time we have“

 

“I know”

 

“Now then, shall we begin?” 

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