The main character, Daze wasn't one of those so called geniuses who saw the world in a different perspective, but rather, a person who was cold towards everything in the world.

Daze was a completely unemotional creature overall, never having to feel love or desire in his life.

Whatever disaster befallen onto the world, Daze couldn't even give a proper opinion. He would probably just say, "I can't be bothered with this," and continue on living his life without a shred of emotion.

This wasn't his fault. He was of course a human being, and had feelings too. But it was all due to a abnormality he has.

A twisted sense of detachment.

Pain, hunger, stress. All of them exists throughout Daze's life, but why was it that he couldn't be bothered by any of it? Not even one bit.

Well, since he couldn't care less about almost anything. Things around him never came close to triggering any of his emotions.

But in return, he could put in a inhumane level of concentration into whatever he wanted to do since he could ignore everything that went around him.

His reaction speed reaction came close to ten times of an average human.

But there is a slight problem with this abnormality… actually it’s a big problem. Theoretically, if one couldn’t bother himself with the world, as well as ignore everything around him, why would he bother to even feed himself or even try to live.

For that question, the answer was the person Daze was most close to. It was the strangest person in the world, Daze's adoptive father.

He was a the sort of person who would spent most of his time hidden behind his work place, literally obsessed in it. Returning back home occasionally, before leaving as soon he came. He never wore a smile, but instead carried around a heartless expression, making him look much older than he actually was.

When Daze was small, his family had many problems. But one day, things got out of hand, he was left him traumatised and orphaned. But because of his adoptive father, he was able to overcome the trauma, and lived in a comfort of a proper home.

Even though his father did so much for him, Daze knew that the true reason why he even cared for such a person wasn’t due to gratefulness or love. It was beyond that, but Daze didn’t know what it was and as usual didn’t care at all.

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All he truly cared about was two things: his father was his everything and no matter what, Daze was to survive for him.

Thus, he lived his life until now and was working in a mental institute as a psychiatrist.

It was not a normal day for Daze as he did paperwork in his office. Rather, it was out of the ordinary that screams were playing outside of his office as he did he work.

Not normal screams. But blood curling screams which could cause goosebumps to grow out of your body.

Daze heard it as well. A scream so similar to a pig's. Though, he had no idea why he happen to register the sound as a pig’s.

It was probably a death cry, Daze knew from experience.

'Got to finish this before the deadline.' Daze clicked onto a folder started sorting out the information.

Unlike a normal person who would obviously try to call the emergency helpline, Daze casually shrugged it off, treating it as if it was from a newspaper article.

On the outside his office, a horrendous massacre had occurred. The fresh blood scent that the floor carried was enough to make people mistake about this place being a meat grinding factory.

Blood soaked rags strewn all over the floor, and a man wearing a red gown was the only one standing. On his hand is a seemingly harmless yet deadly sharp scalpel which screamed out one thing: Fu*k he’s a murderer. He was of course the antagonist.

His eyes thoroughly scanned through the bodies, looking for someone, face constantly twitching and contorting.

None of them was who he was after.

He searched around the floor with a crazy slant walk from a character from Outlast, opening each door as i were some dungeon game, hunting down the last of the survivors. He sighed at his luck, There was only one room left, and yet he still gotten the target.

“Couldn’t there be another option. This shit is real F-ed up.” One of the men waiting outside the compound of the building spoke.

“No,there is no more options left,” The ‘boss’ sighed, “What a demon of a person that man is. To think he was willing to do all this just to test his guinea pig.”