In a city there was a large commotion. All the civilians were gathered and were watching.

They watched as several knights clad in silver-colored armor were leading a group behind them.

This group consisted of criminals. Some of the had scars over their bodies. Others had entire limbs missing. Others were so old that they looked like walking corpses. Others were extremely young and resembled children and that's because they were children.

In this group was also a young man. He was wearing extremely dirty black clothes. He had short blond hair and black eyes that resembled the nigh sky.

His name was Julius. He was a petty thief who was captured several years ago.

He and the other criminals were all forced to walk towards the same location. The Black Tower.

Across this world there were countless towers that reached the clouds. They were made out of a black and unbreakable material and their origins were unknown. They simply were. The doors of these towers opened once every 100 years before closing after a few minutes.

It is believed that anything that enters the tower but doesn't leave before the doors close simply vanishes and leaves no trace behind.

Due to this the kingdom has started using these towers to get rid of criminals. By putting them inside the tower when the door opens and preventing them from leaving they effectively get rid of them in every sense of the word.

This event was called the "Black Tower Festival" and whenever it happened all the civilians would gather and watch the criminals go inside.

Some had accepted their fate. Some were shivering in fear. Some were crying. Some were screaming and pleading that they were innocent.

Julius accepted his fate. He knew this day would come the moment he was captured.

He knew he was going to die today.

As they finally reached the foot of the tower the civilians and criminals gazed at the strange structure. Julius shifted his gaze upwards.

The tower extended far into the sky. Touching the clouds. It's shadow covered entire city blocks and it's deep black coloration brough about a feeling of pure terror.

One of the silver clad knight stood in front of the group of criminals.

This knight not only had a silver armor but the armor was adorned with golden accents.

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The figure took of it's helmet and revealed it's face.

It was a bald man with a scar on his right eye.

He raised his voice so that every single person could hear him.

"This day is a very special day. It's the Black Tower Festival and the criminals who bring fear and terror will be brought to JUSTICE" he screamed his heart out on the last word of his sentence

The crowd cheered and then started cursing the criminals. Some even started throwing tomatoes at them.

After the crown ran out of things to throw at the criminals they started listening to the bald man again.

"Once this door opens we will send them inside and then they will die. DEATH TO THE DAMNED"

The bald man was once again being overly dramatic.

But the crowd once again cheered and celebrated.

Julius wasn't bothered by any of this. He knew this kingdom despised criminals. He knew he would be ridiculed and treated like trash.

He just let it happen. There was no point in trying to change it now.

Finally the time arrived.

The door of the tower opened.

The air itself seemed to grow still and fear overcame the criminals.

The fear they felt came from the deepest parts of their mind. It was telling them to run away. It didn't matter what the circumstances were or what the potential risks were. They had to run. If they didn't run they would die. RUN! RUN! RUN!

The knights forced the criminals to walk forward towards the door.

Julius took a step forward, then another, then another and another.

With each step he was walking closer to what everyone believed to be certain death.

Even he believed it was certain death and yet he kept on walking.

The criminals entered the room one by one and they had to stay there.

The room was empty and made from the same material as the outside of the tower.

The barefooted criminals felt the cold surface of the floor beneath them.

the room was extremely large and could hold up to 500 criminals inside but right now there was only around 250 criminals.

Some of them fell to the floor and started crying and praying. Knowing no god would answer.

Others grabbed at their hair in frustration. Becoming mad at the world itself.

Others tried to run out of the room only to be thrown back in by the guards.

Others like Julius observed everything with a blank expression.

The crowd outside was celebrating and singing. To them this was a moment of joy.

If you followed the rules of the kingdom then this they would bring you happiness instead of fear. It was simple.

"I truly am one of the damned." Julius though to himself.

Then the door started to slowly close. The light that entered the room growing dimmer and dimmer.

Then there was no light.

The criminals could still sense their basic surroundings through their other senses but suddenly a strange feeling overcame all of them.

They started feeling nauseas and slowly started to lose their other senses.

The sounds they heard became weaker and weaker until there were no more sounds.

The smells that filled the room slowly faded until there were no more smells.

The taste of the air around them disappeared until there were no more tastes.

The touch they felt with the ground vanished until there was no more touching.

They had no senses.

They couldn't feel anything.

It felt like a very long and dark dream.

Then suddenly all their senses slowly came back to them but they weren't feeling the same things as before.

Different sounds, smells and tastes could be felt and they could sense they were touching something different.

Their sight was the only thing they were missing and so they opened their eyes.

What they saw was something they couldn't believe.

They were in a field. An open grass field.