As Xin's eyes slowly fluttered open, the faint, flickering light of the torches that lined the cold, grey stone walls of his prison cell danced across his vision, casting eerie shadows on the ground. He was lying on a narrow, uncomfortable bed, its thin, worn mattress offering little comfort or support to his weary body. The hard, unyielding surface seemed to press against his very bones, making every movement a painful, laborious effort. As he struggled to sit up, a dull ache echoed through his head, a lingering reminder of the countless times he had been subjected to the witch's cruel experiments and torture. Xin's gaze wandered listlessly around the small, dingy cell, taking in the familiar sights of the rusty iron door, the small, barred window high up on one wall, and the crude, wooden table and chair that stood in the corner. It was a bleak, barren space, devoid of any comfort or warmth, a place where hope itself seemed to wither and die. And yet, despite the many hardship

 It was during the closing hours, Xin who had managed to reach his final years was busy walking down the school corridor. "Crazy Orphan!" A boy shouted as he walked past Xin. He had a spiky green hair which looks rough and unbefitting for the shape of his oval head. He was walking past Xin but not without pushing him off to the side.Xin was angered by this but he carried on walking down the school corridor. He didn't know why they are calling him an orphan when his parents were still alive. It's just because his parents where faraway on a special mission. He still held onto what his mother said that he shouldn't have any revenge yet. But with how these kid humans were acting to him, his anxiety to have revenge had not just increased but he now have everyone as his enemy. Both the young and old. Humans will be humans.He was bullied everyday by almost everyone in the school but they all knew he won't just let it slide without retaliating back.Read more