CHAPTER ONE
"Why?! Why?! WHY?!"
The young man writhed on the cold floor, tears streaming down his face.
"Hahaha… ha… WHY ME?!"
His trembling hands rose to his face, fingertips brushing the ruined flesh where his eyes should have been.
"I never did anything wrong!" he screamed. "I never did anything wrong! So why?!"
He clawed at the floor, trying to drag himself forward, but his hands slipped against the cold surface.
"Please…" His voice broke. "Please, I don't want to die."
A figure stood nearby, fists clenched.
"I'm sorry."
The blind young man froz..
"Sorry?" he whispered, turning his face toward the voice. "You think sorry will give me back my eyes?"
The figure said nothing.
"If I hadn't done this," they finally muttered, "I could've ended up just like you."
A second voice interrupted them.
"Enough. Stop wasting time. We need to leave."
"But—"
"Now!"
Footsteps approached, then stopped beside the young man.
"Consider yourself fortunate," the newcomer said coldly. "You offended someone you should never have offended. Losing your eyes was the least you could have lost."
The footsteps retreated.
For several seconds, the young man remained silent.
Then his lips trembled.
"Whoever you are…" he whispered into the darkness. "I'll never forget you."
He couldn't see the person who had destroyed his life.
He couldn't even see the faces of those abandoning him.
But he remembered their voices.
Every single one.
"YOU THINK I'M GOING TO DIE HERE?!"
The blind young man threw his head back and screamed at the top of his lungs.
"NO! I WON'T DIE! DO YOU HEAR ME?! I WILL SURVIVE, FIND YOU ALL, AND TAKE MY REVENGE!"
His voice echoed through the ruined structure, disappearing into the vast darkness beyond.
"THE WORLD IS NO LONGER WHAT IT WAS THIRTY DAYS AGO!"
Silence followed.
The figures walking away didn't stop. None of them even bothered to look back.
To them, his words were nothing more than the desperate cries of a condemned man.
A blind man.
In a dungeon crawling with beasts capable of tearing an ordinary human apart in seconds, what could someone like him possibly accomplish?
He couldn't see where he was going. He couldn't identify approaching threats. Even finding food would be a challenge, let alone fighting the creatures roaming the ruins.
His revenge was a joke.
At least, that's what they believed.
Their footsteps gradually faded until he could no longer hear them.
The young man remained on the floor, his fists trembling against the cold ground.
He was alone.
Blind, abandoned, and surrounded by monsters.
Yet he refused to lie down and wait for death.
"Thirty days…" he whispered, his broken voice barely audible. "Thirty days since everything changed…"
He raised his face toward the darkness.
"I just have to survive."
Somewhere beyond the shattered walls, something growled.
The young man went still.
The sound was getting closer.
Growling, clawing even the sound of beast fighting each other but they always seem to stop some distance away, as if they did not want come close but still couldn't resist the meal in front of them.Growling echoed through the ruins.
The young man stiffened.
He heard claws scraping against stone, followed by the heavy thud of something crashing into a wall. A savage roar rang out, answered by another. The beasts were fighting each other.
Then came silence.
Only for a few seconds.
The growling resumed, closer this time.
Something dragged its claws across the ground. He could hear it sniffing, its rough breathing growing louder as it approached.
The young man held his breath.
He couldn't see anything, but he didn't need eyes to understand what was happening.
They had found him.
A meal, helpless and unable to run.
Yet the creature stopped.
Its claws scraped against the ground as it shifted uneasily. A low whine escaped its throat. For several moments, it remained there, close enough that the young man could hear every breath.
Then it retreated.
Another beast approached from a different direction. It growled, snarled, and circled the area, its movements growing increasingly agitated.
It, too, stopped at roughly the same distance.
None of them dared come closer.
And yet, they didn't leave.
They fought among themselves, snarling and tearing into one another over the right to claim the helpless human lying before them. Every so often, one would approach, only to retreat moments later.
It was as though something beyond their understanding held them back.
Something they feared more than hunger.
The young man swallowed, his throat dry.
"What… what's going on?"
He had no way of knowing that the beasts weren't looking at him alone.
The suspense was damning so much that he felt the desperate need to scream with fingers digging into to the earth full of wrath and despair he screamed to the sky. "What are you waiting for you damned beasts do you want to toy with me first" haha my life seems to ridiculous."Silence"