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We called it the Pen. None of us actually ever knew what the facility we were held in was called. We never knew why we were there, where we came from, or if we'd ever leave. We called ourselves soldiers. We didn't know what we were, why we trained, only what we were capable of. We identified as Colors. We didn't know our real names, or if we even had them. We had numbers and colors; numbers on the wrists, colors in the eyes and hair. We thought we were heroes. We were wrong.
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Before it all started. Before life became a living hell. Before everything shattered. This was better, it was peace. You could call it heaven. I call it a delusional dream, or perhaps they would prefer me to call it ignorance. No matter what it is called, it's all I have left of a peaceful existence. If you see it as hell already, well then, maybe you shouldn't be here. For, what will come to pass is nothing like this cushiony life, no matter who I hurt while living it. This is the prequal to the real story that will come. Warning: some characters struggle with mild mental illness symptoms. There is a bit of violence and some mild swearing. -Nyxe

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