He was shoved into a dark room. A light suddenly flashing - only on him. And a voice called. A booming, threatening voice. "What is your number?" It asked - no - demanded. He was trembling, terrified from what would happen to him. "I… I don't have a number…" He managed to choke out, trying to calm his body. Why was he so scared? What would happen to him? For once in his life, the boy admitted that he was terrified.
Who was the young man, you ask? Lovino Vargas. A normal Italian, living with his brother in the heart of Rome - Italy. He had a normal life, a normal job, a normal everything. No one could imagine that this boy - no - young man (Seeing as Lovino was in his early 20s.) would have such a change in his life. You see, one day when he woke up, he wasn't in Italy anymore. He was in a different place. Dark with no colour in it… And before he knew it, Lovino was taken away by there… people who had masks on their faces. People that looked terrifying to him.
"What is your number?" The voice demanded again, causing Lovino to fight back tears of pure fear. "I don't have a number! I have a name!" He yelled, amber eyes looking around him in fear of some person jumping on him from the dark. He sucked a breathe, looking back to the direction where the voice came from.
The voice paused, before angrily saying, talking in pure annoyance. "We don't use names. Names weren't used for centuries!"
When that was spoken, Lovino knew he was clearly in a different place. A different world. A different universe. And he was scared. Because he knew he was all alone in this weird world.
Lovino was thrown into a jail like area. The voice heard earlier said that because he had no number (Which he found out, stood for a name.) meant he doesn't exist here. And unless they gave him a number in the next few days, he will be murdered. And Lovino didn't want either of those. A few hours later; he escaped.
And that's how he got to the place where he is now. Hiding near a trashcan. That was before someone got to him. A pretty girl, blonde hair, green eyes, a ribbon in her slightly curled hair and a cat-like smile. "Hey there!" She called, her voice soft. But he didn't reply, not now. He was scared that she might hand him over. She simply pouted lightly, tilting her head - which caused the curls to bounce gently. "What's your number?" She asked. Again with those damn numbers…! "I have no number…" He muttered as he looked away from her, waiting for her to call the people who took him earlier. But it didn't happen. She didn't move from her spot. Just smiled that cat-like smile. "My number is 2-5-12-7-9-13." She said kindly, not even bothered by the fact Lovino is a complete stranger. "Don't you use names here?" He asked, glancing up at her. "What's a name?" She wasn't an idiot. She knew what a name was. But they were banned from talking about 'names' in public. Her smile dropped a little. He looked so… confused. So lost. "Come with me." She simply said, a light hum leaving her lips. "If you want to live, that is." She added. And of course he followed, not wanting to get caught by those people who he knew were bad to mess with.
