Prologue

It was a rainy night. In a dark alley somewhere, a boy of about the age 6-7 was lying there, covered in blood. He was injured so seriously that he could die at any moment now. Surrounding him was a group of 5-6 teenagers. Their ages were roughly around 17-18. Just take one look, and you could tell that they were bad news. With dyed hair and piercings, they were what you called delinquents. They were sneering while casting gazes of mockery and contempt over the kid. The Kid wasn’t even ten years old, and they beat him up till he was almost dead. Truly, the scum of society.

“Oye! kid, now do you get it? Next time don’t try to mess with us, or you will die.” The guy standing in between said with a cruel smile on his face. He had blonde hair, and somewhat of a scary face. He seems to be the leader of this small group.

“That is, if you can live till the next time.” Another guy who was a bit short said while sneering. “Hahaha!” They laughed loudly and looked at the boy lying in the pool of blood with cruelty in eyes.

“Boss, there is nothing to do here, we might as well leave, before anyone comes and see us.” A guy standing in the back said with somewhat of a cautious voice.

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This guy was wearing glasses and looked someone who knew how to use his head. You will wonder why did he end up with delinquents like these guys.

The ‘Boss’ replied while sneering, “There’s no need to be afraid. This kid is just a poor beggar with no background whatsoever. On top of that he’s also an orphan. So we don’t need to worry about someone looking for him.”

He then laughed loudly and with a last look at the boy lying covered in blood, he turned around to leave as everyone else followed him. 

“Let's go! I don’t want to be labeled as a murderer, so i will spare his life.”

The ‘Boss’ said this as he was a very merciful person to spare his life.

After they left, there was nothing other than the unceasing sound of thunder and the heavy rain. The boy stayed motionless like a corpse. It would be no wonder if someone mistook him to be dead. The rainwater slowly washed the blood from his clothes and face. He was a very cute boy with black hair and pale white skin which was smooth like that of a girl. If you look closely, you will see that even after taking such a cruel beating, the boy was not unconscious. He slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were deep blue in color. Just like that of a clear ocean. As he saw the delinquents walking away, he said with somewhat difficult but strong voice,  

“If I survive, one day, I will make you pay for this.” As he said this, he slowly fell into a deep sleep, from which he might not wake up ever again.