They call me rat cause they think I'm dirty scum. Once they have my power I will be so that won't happen. Rats are intelligent i know what lies ahead of me. This facility is run by at least 50 people who've been too curios to not look at me. I've counted over 200 faces since the six years I've been locked up. All the different people have new things to say and I learn. I learned what magic is and the types, how to kill in many ways through torture or clean and quick, and even how the world works. I learned of my clans fate and that few of my kind now exist. Not all is lost and I have a new goal in mind for however long im trapped here I can get stronger. The cage im in is producing anti magic somehow and I can still make a knife from just a scratch. As long as the normal goons watch over me it will be smooth sailing from here on out.
10 YEARS LATER
The door to an old cobwebbed room is kicked down. Figures of many shapes and sizes step through to find an empty cage and dried up blood from the other people tortured. A very handsome man dressed in all red with a rich vanilla white accent suit steps toward the cage. The man collects some of the blood and gestures to the team. The others leave the room and the man speaks soft but with smooth and a rough tone at the same time.
(Grim) " This isn't the right location." " I WANT THAT THUG SO BEAT THAT I CANT IDENTIFY HIM WHEN I GET BACK"
(Shade) " Yes Master right away"
A shadow leaves the room quicker than the normal eye can follow.
(Grim) " We are all fucked if we don't capture the blood born"