Chapter 2: Backstory (2/2)

A fat ugly bastard, there was no other way to describe him. He had bushy hair on the sides of his head and a bald top. Each time he snored, his fat and round belly expanded and contracted. Unaware of Gray's ability to take his life at any moment, he seemed to be having the dream of his life.

This was Gray's chance. An opportunity to end all of the bad things that were happening to him. However, despite the opportunity, he was unable to seize it. His eyes filled with tears as he made his way back to his room.

Ever since that night, Gray changed. Gray had become a hollow shell of his former self, he had shut off all his emotions leaving behind nothing but an empty darkness. He was no longer affected by the pain, he was no longer concerned.

The years passed and Gray had finally turned 18. November the 30th, 2022.

Again, there was nothing celebrated on the day, the drunkard probably didn't even know. After all, Gray received a beating that very same morning. Gray's day really couldn't get any worse.

That was until, they received a call.

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December 1st, 2022.

At the top of a tall, high rise building, a young man was visible.

He silently gazed at the sight ahead of him, as words resounded on the back of his head.

”Hey, kid. Apparently your sister's dead, that's a shame.”

Was it the lack of care or sympathy in his voice? Was it the way he dared to speak such words despite all the suffering he had imposed on Gray? Or was it the smile that man had on his face as he watched the look of despair form around Gray's face.

Either way, regardless of what it was. Gray had snapped.

When he came to it, he was standing on a pool of blood, his arm trembling as it held tightly onto a kitchen knife.