Prologue
A handsome man about 6' ft walked into the gloomy subway. He was aware of what he signed up for; this was probably the last night of his life. The grey subway looked bright to him; he smirked, laughing at where life had brought him, not that he regretted it; it was always a wish that he could run away from the evil world of humans. He walked slower than usual, wondering about the empty subway; they had to be there. 'What a bunch of crazy villains, can't execute a mission properly', he giggled to himself. He reached the other end and turned around, started walking towards the other end again. He looked up and whispered, 'Hey Death! Why make me wait longer?' Suddenly he felt something very hard hit his head, he held his head in reflex, the force of the hit started blinding his vision, he laughed and said 'Hello Losers! Face your enemy, don't attack from the back,' he uttered with great difficulty before falling unconscious; his head had already started bleeding. The men smirked and mercilessly pulled him towards their vehicle.
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'Nooo!! This can't be happening' a 25-year-old girl woke up from her deep slumber. Another girl beside her woke due to her scream. 'What Happened?' she asked worriedly. The girl hugged her in fear, 'something very bad is going to happen, I can sense danger, I hope he is alright.' she mumbled amidst her sobs. 'Oh! not him again choti, he is a danger in himself, he can never be in any danger, now get back to sleep.' The girl seemed to be least convinced. She let the other girl sleep and slowly walked out; the weather was surprisingly scary; it was darker than usual, she silently prayed that her nightmare shouldn't come true. The whole night she spent praying for him, who has no idea she exists, for him, who was known as a ruthless murderer, he was called cold-blooded, he had a heart of a stone, yet only she knew the reasons behind his wrongdoings. Only she knew the real him; every day, she prayed that she could reach him and pull him away from the cruelty. But the only problem was that she didn't know where he lived.
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After hours of third-degree torture, he looked at his condition, chained up in an old broken chair. He felt pitiful about his situation; he wished death wasn't this harsh. The torture felt worse than hell to him. The man in front of him unveiled a masterpiece: a weapon that could track anyone and everyone who loved him. He used the weapon before he obliterated them. The weapon powered on. "Wait. There's one dot," the man said in amazement. "Someone loves me?" the injured man replied with hope and confusion.
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