Prologue
20 years ago
He tried to scream. He really tried. But thanks to his fucking birth abnormality, all that came out of his mouth was air. His hands raked at the wooden doors that trapped him. Countless splinters tore at the flesh of his fingers. He clawed so hard his nails bled. Tears streamed down his face, but they weren't from the pain. He was stuck behind wooden doors, forced to watch the slaughter of his parents.
When the pounding of feet came just minutes ago, he knew the moment was here. But instead of allowing him to fight alongside, his father hauled him by his collar into the hidden safe room. Through blurry vision and silent screams, he watched those mongrels massacre the only two people in his life that loved him.
They were gone as quick as they came. He looked down at the bloody ruin of his hands, but felt nothing. Numb, alone, desperate, hopeless.
He let out another silent scream as the darkness consumed him.