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Camp 22
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Horror
Prison. Blood. Death. Torture. Pain. Rape. Every single day, this is what each and every prisoner at the Korean Prison went through in 1990. 50,000 held captive, and yet most haven't even done a crime. Minsu, an eight year old boy in the prison, tries to stay alive with his family. In a place where guards don't care who lives or not, this comes as a challenge. He faces beatings and broken bones and hearts as he lives through starvation and disease. but its normal. He was born there due to his mothers' rapist. This all might seem awful and unreal to us, but this is based off of true stories of the Hoeryong Concentration Camp.
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Do you know what its like to be an experiment, a weapon, property of someone else? well I didn't until I was dragged into hell, but do I remember it? no I have been tortured and made into something different. no I patrol the cell corridors, but these are no ordinary cells, these are high security the worst of the worst are kept here, everyone in here is insane, psychotic, broken and evil. I thought everyone was the same until I saw him. I wish I could feel, I wish I had my own feelings but I don't, I was there top assassin but I was replaced but an elite group of people, they were the winter soldiers. only one still stands but he's locked in the basement, he's their asset. I used to cry near enough every night on my own in my cell, but now I don't because as the last tear fell, everything stopped and nothing mattered anymore apart from one thing. how do I escape? Quote!!! *"Sixteen years" I muttered. I looked down at my hands, how many people had I killed? who was I? who am I? what do I look like? what was my family like? who were my family? I needed answers and I was not going to find them here. time to set a mission on my own, time to become the person who I needed to be, the person buried deep inside. my fate was sealed and I was getting out of here death was in my way but I don't believe in inevitability. After all Fate is only a four letter word... An amazing person made this cover so please go and follow @TheInfinityOfMaybe

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