PROLOGUE
The bright moonlight shone to bequeath glory with respect to the night, making the cold, freezing night a gloomier scenario. Not a single star can be seen from the obscure horizon, only the wail of the evening breeze and the rustling movements of leaves can be heard from a distance.
"I-I can't see anything. What's happening?!" A small, stammering voice of a young girl echoed in the damp atmosphere. Her words were enough to prove that fear was raging inside her. "Is a-anyone in here?" Escaping an unconscious state, she slowly lifted her head from floor.
Everything was pitch-black. Darkness consumed the whole lot. Only the heavenly body above in the night sky gave illumination but it wasn't enough to make everything visible to mere human eyes. Minutes passed, there was still no response, no sign of another person awake or aware of the situation.
"Where is e-everybody?" She continued searching for answers in abstruseness, reaching out her moist, little hands to recognize the things in front of her. The wooden floor creaked as her light footsteps touched the ice-cold ground.
"There's nothing left to do here. It's been taken care of," a mysterious voice sliced through the eerie ambiance.
An alarmed and terrified tone of voice followed along, "W-Who's there?!" The young girl tried to search for answers, accumulating enough strength to overcome the fear that was consuming her vitality. Her whole body was trembling in horror as she tried to pursue the source of the unknown voice. Her senses lead her in front of a slightly opened door. She can fairly recognize precise movements at the opposite side.
Gathering all of her remaining confidence, she pushed the door without any hesitations and spoke, "Show yourself! Who are you?!"
A young man about the same age as her was there. He was sitting on his heels while on the window's panel. It was somehow an attempt to escape from the young girl's line of vision but much to her surprise, the boy slowly looked back in a mechanical-like motion. Wide-open and emotionless eyes stared at her, just the mere sight of him made her heart pounce faster than what she could even imagine. She caught a glimpse of the boy's hand; blood was dripping from his fingertips. There, she felt something was wrong…
He's not an ordinary boy.
The young man in front of him simply procured a fighting stance in response while he menacingly spat out the word without a second thought, "Die."
He slightly elevated his left shoulder, withdrawing his arm as he curved his elbow to a slender angle in such position as that of a sharp blade being withdrawn from its scabbard. His fingers were straightforwardly pointing towards his target's forehead. Without even speaking, he was somehow suggesting, "You can't run from me. I'm going to shred you into pieces before you do."
Repugnant aura embraced and filled up every corners of the entire room which made the girl perspire continuously, not knowing what to do. Her sensations were similar to that of feeling the razor edge of the Grim Reaper's scythe right on her neck at the very moment.
Without a word, he propelled his hands in the direction of the girl's awestricken face. Slicing the wind as he hurled his first and final attack, he was now going to reward the petrified maiden with his death blow.
"DIE!" He spoke again, but now his eyes widened even more like black holes as if he was getting superfluous pleasure form what he was doing.
Out of nervousness, the girl collapsed to her buttocks, her damp hands touched the wooden floor as her eyes swelled up with small amount of tears. Her body was suffering from momentary shaking caused by the offensive and unreasonable assault.
"I-I'm still alive…" The girl uttered in such a weak and weary voice, not being able to believe. If she didn't have that fall, she might have had a head with fresh human flesh peeping out. Just inches above her head was the firm hands of the young man which sunk deep into the sturdy wall. His hands seemed to be tougher than iron for it was the wall that shattered like fragile glass. Judging from their current position, everything seemed hopeless now…
I-I'm cornered…
The boy was now right in front of her. Monotonous sounds came out from the boy's lips, "I missed." He slowly focused his head downwards to take a glance at his victim which was followed by firm and dignified words as he gave the girl an evil glare, "That won't happen again." His statement sounded too reassuring this time.
She knew now that she was going to suffer more than just a quick death. Her grim reaper just came into reality. The merciless boy picked her up from her neck like a weightless piece of paper.
What's with this strength he possesses?! Impossible…
Just when he was about to land another deadly strike at her face, a robotic beeping melody peered in the air and interrupted the tension. He quickly loosened his choking grasp on the girl's neck, letting her fall on the floor all by herself while he reached for the noisy mobile device on his pocket.
"What is it?" asked the boy who was obviously talking to the person on the other line. "But...!" he reasoned out in disapproval, his face contorted into an unfriendly nature as he heard the words from whom he's talking to. "Understood," agreed the young man without any further arguments. He pressed a button on his phone, clenched it in his fist with excessive willpower to break it into pieces.
Before turning his back, a cold, spine-chilling stare landed on the girl. The glass was smashed to smithereens, scattering hundreds of shimmering fragments on the surface as the young boy forced his way out of the bolted window, unharmed. A gust of wind entered the candid room, sending the curtains flapping out of control. Right after a few seconds, the enigmatic boy was now gone from her sight.
The midnight breeze blew so hard, it was powerful enough to tear one of the delicate curtains apart. The sound of the ripping fabric slashed the innocence of the night, revealing the reality at hand as the moonlight entered the room.
The next thing she saw made her stomach sank.
On the farthest corner of the room, which was deprived from light earlier, she saw a bloodied corpse. It was amputated in an inhumanly gruesome manner.
The first one she saw was a man. He was there, lifelessly resting his back on the wall of the room. Anguish and fear were the emotions that can be drawn out from how his face formed before his heartbeat lay flat. His mouth was endlessly spurting thick blood, bathing him red all over. Even his throat was cut open. One of his arms was still intact but a single movement may severe it from the body, the other had its bone crushed to every single bit, making it appear like a soft, soggy bag of flesh.
"N-no…" The girl's eyes spun around in terror until she saw another.
Next to the man was a lady, her cream colored dress was tainted velvet red by her own gore. Her face bore the expression of a widely ripped mouth which was almost the same as the man beside her and some of her teeth were missing from their place. Her hands actually held some of her teeth; it seems she was forced to pull them out on her own to satisfy the twisted tortures of the murderer. She was gurgling blood all over down to her chin, until her very last breath. Her eyes were bulging out in a horrifying state, as if she was killed right before she could scream and ask for help. Her forehead showed marks of abusive and merciless beating for her cranial innards were already greeting "hello" as they slowly gushed out of her broken skull.
She tried to stand up and pull herself away from the bloody scenery. The sickened girl pinched herself, thinking that she was just dreaming. Her hands, which were resting on the floor, felt a smooth, thick liquid touch her skin. Little by little, she raised her quivering hands; the moonlight revealed that it was indeed fresh blood on her palms.
Everything was real.
Her scream was succumbed out by the sound of thunder, making it inaudible. Glittering raindrops soon followed after the loud roar from the sky while her voice shuddered as the words came out of her dry lips, "M-My parents… T-They're both dead."