Disclaimer: Yuuji Terajima
Chapter 2
How many days passed? No, was it weeks? Or was it months already? He couldn't remember.
All he knows is that when he hears the door creak, light brightens up the dark wooden floor that was uncovered, soon showing a tall broad man he so calls 'master'.
This 'master', who tortures him.
This 'master', who made him kill people.
And then, the door opened up.
His dull eyes remained on the dark floor, not changing his position as the creaking of the floor was slowly closing the proximity between them.
He didn't care anymore.
Be it torture,
Be it killing,
It didn't matter anymore.
"Dog," A gruff voice called out, making him slowly stand up as if he was a machine. "Let's go."
He was, after all, broken.