"This is a world where strong rules over the weak and the weak have to fight for survival."

He paused.

Dramatic much.

"The very potential, skills and strength of a human being is tested to its limit as people fight for their food, shelter and status.

A world where laws are absolute and underhanded method thrives.

But in all this mess of an era hope still remains.

Public votes still matter.

Free speech is still used.

Liberty and human rights still exists.

Media is open and free."

Eyes narrowed in contemplation.

"However, the public are corrupted, aggression is still present, free speech is misused, rights are bended and media is too confusing.

Is it still hope?

Can we still save ourselves?

Is the world too far gone?

CaN We Be SaVed ?"

A deep breath was inhaled and slowly, but steadily exhaled.

Legs swung back and forth with one converse shoelace untied.

Left undone.

The park was empty.

It was dark.

Night time.

Short puff of breath can be heard as the individual tried to warm up his hands.

It was winter.

Orange muffler tried to cover his ears as he shuffled.

Waiting.

What was he waiting for though?

No. That was an irrelevant question.

Why was he waiting alone?

He looked left and right still trying to warm his hands.

Brown hair stood left and right and caramel eyes looked around trying to find warmth.

Why was he here?

Why was he not home?

Home.

It's Christmas.

But he had a job to do.

He cuddled up more with the park bench.

It was almost 12 o' clock.

10 more minutes.

He had loads of time. There was no problem.

Click Clack

Click Clack

The sound of heels.

Woman.

'Ah she came.'

She was drunk.

'Perfect?'

The boy walked up to her.

The lady was so pretty with golden hair and golden eyes.

'Foreigner?'

"Hello miss."

She stopped staggering to look up at him with hazy eyes.

"Are you Kumono Kira?"

"…..Uhhh..Huuhh?... Yeahhhhh…" She slurred.

Her breath stank.

"Thank you for the clarification." He smiled. "Now die."

Red bloomed across the floor.

First snow of Christmas fell.

Fireworks exploded illuminating the sky.

The lock struck 12.

The pretty lady didn't even scream.

"Job done."

He threw the body in the trash bin, carrying the dead bloody corpse with his small stature.

'Now to get KFC and celebrate Christmas.'

He cleaned the blood on the cement with some water.

A poster flew by.

'The next decade is here!

Battle to be the next emperor!

Sign up NOW NOW NOW!'

He smirked.

"Can the world be saved?"


This is just prologue. The chapters will be much longer like 1k+. Continue?

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