"Who am I?" a young boy's voice echoed in the vacant, remote, and shadowed room. There was no answer, just the sound of rattling chains and frantic struggles of the boy. "Where am I? he asked again, fear drowning his voice. Suddenly, a metal door creaked open, and light was emitted into the room from one simple flick of the switch. The clicks of footsteps grew gradually louder as a scientist with a generic lab coat loomed over the boy. The boy was pinned down to the bed with handcuffs weighing his arms and legs down. "Who are you?" the boy's feeble voice questioned the man. "Your creator," he replied with a cold, frightening tone.
Everything went black... The lightbulb flickered in a haste to right itself. The boy was puzzled, but deeply petrified. "Go and take him away. I don't want to see his face again," the scientist called to another person that had entered the room with heavy grunts and hefty movements. The boy felt a strange, unfamiliar warmth sprout in his heart. It was welcoming but peculiarly cold. "Wait..!" the boy yelped with a crack wedged in his voice. Ignoring his cries, the scientist beckoned quickly to the other burly man. "Right." The light finally was fully on, glaring at the boy's glossy eyes. His brilliant eyes seemed to sparkle inhumanly, and he inquired to no one in particular, "What is this shine?" His eyes rounded in amazement. He seemed unaffected by the brightness of the light. "It's called light," a gruff voice responded. A snicker followed it. "And it's the last thing you'll see for now."
And everything went dark again.
