𝘍𝘢𝘵𝘦 •|| 𝑇𝑃𝑁 𝑅𝑎𝑦𝑋𝑂𝐶: 02194 ✦ (Completed)

40 - FORGOTTEN.

40 - FORGOTTEN.

【 FAETHEAN 】

These guys looked so kind. Just like the guys in my dream. I don't know but, that dream seemed realistic. It was a bit scary but, it was fun. I wish I can stay in that dream, I had a huge family and we were so close to each other. But, no...this is my reality, I may not remember anything, but, my body remembers how to fight. Wait...

"Why do I even have to protect humankind?" I asked, I have no idea. Is my mind messing with me? Who gave me that purpose in life? I don't remember but...his voice is echoing in my mind, it sounds so kind and gentle.  

All I remember was being underwater...blurry face that kept telling me my name and my purpose. No...I don't know if I was underwater, but, I'm somewhere inside a water. The man was telling me something...I don't remember anything about it at all.

"You..." I looked at the white-haired guy, and my eyes fell on his neck when I noticed something, a number? What's that? A tattoo?

"What's that numbers on your neck?" I asked as I point on his neck, he glaced to the blue-haired guy who has the same tattoo. I mean, the locations are the same but, the numbers are different. The moon-haired guy had 22194 on his neck while scarred-guy has 82194. I wonder what happened to his face?

"Oh...this is...an identification number. You have one, too," the white-haired guy...22194 said. Identification number? And how did I have one? I stood up and walked towards the nearest mirror. He's right, I do have one on my neck as well. 02194? What is this? And for what reason do we have these numbers on our necks?

"What's the meaning of these identification numbers?" I asked. The two of them glanced to each other as they nod their head. Something's strange, it looks like...they are not happy about something.

"First, we'd like to tell you what's happening in this world," what...?

The two guys exchanged turns in telling me the current situation of the world. They mentioned demons, cattle children, farms, plantations, hunters, preys, family, and more. While they were telling me all these story they had, I can't help but, to remember my dream. It's so similar with what's happening in the world right now. Although, I don't remember much from my dream as well, but, there's a feeling inside of me that it was a wonderful dream.

"You... Norman and I, are all kids from one of the top-quality plantations, the Grace Field house," I stared at the blue-haired guy. If I understand it correctly, those plantations are where they kept the children to become the demon's food. If I were there with these two, then I must've been raised to become a demon food as well?

"Ah, how cruel. So, we're food for demons?" I asked, both of them nodded.

"And these numbers are identifiers?" they nodded once again.

How heartless. To kill and eat innocent kids just to satisfy themselves.

"We...we also had other siblings. Actually, you escape with them in the year twenty forty-six," 2046? They mentioned that my age is 13, and that they found me wandering aimlessly in the wild. I don't know if I would believe this or not.

"And the current year is?" 82194 answered again.

"Twenty forty-seven. January fifteen, his birthday...will mark the second year of when you escaped the farm," he replied, I see...