Privated Soul

Privated Soul

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James Sallinger has finally emptied out his soul. After spending his entire life specializing in his niche interest he discovers that it alone can not truly make him happy. He wanders life aimlessly until forcefully being given a new purpose, and shoved into a new world. Through systems and machinations that he knows nothing about he is the prime representative of an underground corporation of mages that owns shares of the practically monopolized mana reservoir. He's forced to dive head first into a magic fueled battle royale between other representatives to determine ownership of the reservoir. Though empty, James feels compelled to fight for reasons even he doesn't know. Every member of this battle feels the same, and fights to fill their own void.
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(TWs: gore, abuse, sexual abuse, cursing) Why does he still breathe? Why is he kept alive in this shadowed purgatory where time has no meaning, and screams are swallowed by the walls? His cell is a cage, his life a cruel experiment, and his mind a battlefield. Questions claw at him relentlessly: Who is he? What is he? Why does this torment exist? The walls bleed stories of others-lost souls whose cries still linger, haunting the air. His own voice has grown hoarse from endless screams, his body a canvas of scars, a map of suffering that tells no answers, only pain. Every day is a ritual of degradation, where faceless captors toy with his humanity, stripping him of it piece by agonizing piece. The only constant is the endless cycle of questions. Why him? Why the torture? What is their purpose? He clings to the faintest memories of a time before-fleeting images of warmth, love, a face he cannot quite recall. But even those are slipping away, devoured by the void growing inside him. In this relentless, suffocating darkness, where hope is a distant memory, only one question remains: When will the game end, and what will be left of him when it does?

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