Ever since I was a kid, all I’ve ever known is violence and deprivation of the things I hold dear. When I was about four years old my dad killed my mother out of spite and then tried to kill me, but got interrupted by the police who had gotten reports of loud noises and screams from our flat. My dad was to be put in prison for the rest of his life due to the murder of my mother and repeated acts of violence towards me and our neighbors, but he was killed by an inmate in prison instead.

I, who didn’t have any parent any longer was put in an orphanage. I had an uncle, but he refused to take me in because I was “The offspring of a demon”. When I got to the orphanage all the other kids treated me as if I was non-existent and didn’t even bother to glance in my direction. Even though the other kids never even bothered to look at me, their presence gave me at least a sense of comfort, but that all disappeared when they were picked up by new parents. As time went on I became lonelier and lonelier and now that I was the only child left at the orphanage at the time, even the grown-ups stopped caring about me. Some days I went without food and others they just completely forgot about me.

Luckily for me, that didn’t last for too long. One day when I was determined on leaving this place some men dressed in completely black appeared at the orphanage's gates. I was quite confused at the moment but I could clearly see that the grown-ups were somewhat shaken.

The men approached the building and the caretakers started whispering and mumbling about something.

"Who are those men"

"They look kinda shady. Why did they come here"

"Maybe they are mafia of some sort, b-but why here!?"

I realized that something was off and my instincts kicked in. I ran into the kitchen, grabbed a knife and hid behind the fridge. I couldn’t see well since it was dark where I had hidden, but I could hear them entering the building and walking closer towards the caretakers and me. The sound stopped for a while, but then I suddenly heard someone speak.

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"Listen up, The boss wants to know if there are any children left in this orphanage."

It took a while but the caretakers responded.

"I-I’m sorry, there are no children left, s-so would you please leave"

Directly after the caretaker's response, I heard an extremely loud noise. I don’t know what it was but it sounded as if something very hard broke in a brutal manner. About a second after the noise, I heard another voice. It was also one of the men in black clothing, but this one's voice was darker and cruder than the others.

"Is this how you treat all of your customers. Telling them to leave after one simple question regarding whether there are children left or not"

"…"

The caretakers remained silent.!?”

I could hear the caretakers being both shaken and scared, which in some way made me happy. The tension grew more and more, so I decided to take a peek from behind the fridge. Now I could clearly see the men in black and the caretakers. One man was bald and dark-skinned with a tattoo on his head. Another man had white hair, glasses and was remarkably tall. The next man had black hair which was slicked back and had a cigar in his mouth. The last man had a hat, sunglasses and a scarf around his neck which made it practically impossible for me to see his face. The only thing that was clear about this man was that he was very muscular. I pondered a bit more about these men but then realized something was off at the scene.

"...!?"

The dark-skinned man's fist had punched a large hole in the iron table! This has to be a joke… How can someone's fists punch a hole through a 2-inch thick table of iron!? I were lost in thought and couldn’t quite process what had happened. Then suddenly the white-haired man's eyes flicked onto mine. Shit! He saw me. I grabbed the knife and pulled back into my hiding spot.

The white-haired man bent down and took look where I had hidden. Once he had come close enough, I stabbed towards him.

"HIIYAA!!"

I screamed out as I tried to stab him.

"Ohoho, what a lively little one"

The white-haired man said as he smiled towards me and quickly disarmed me with ease. He then pulled me out of my hiding spot.

"I believe this one is perfect boss."

He said as he held me in front of the other men in black attires.

*nod*

The muscular man in the back nodded and then started walking towards the exit. Everything happened so fast that I had no time to react at all.

"Well, my name is Richard Dellmoore and from now on yours is Edwin Dellmoore"

He said with a smile as he started walking along with the other men. Although I had no idea what had just happened, I felt as if I wanted to follow them. They gave off a vibe of mysteriousness which made me naturally drawn to them.