In the bad part of a large town, where dark and high buildings were located and isolated from the rest of the town and townspeople.
A large carriage almost resembling a bus carried a large amount of passengers. It slowly came to a stop outside of the tallest building among the others. The carriage door opened from the inside and out came a man who wore fine clothes that common people usually can't afford, however, not luxurious enough for him to be deemed a noble. He stepped out of the carriage with grace and ushered out in an impatient and annoyed manner the rest of the ones inside of the carriage whilst a few more mean-looking men exited the carriage though in a rough and barbaric manner unlike the first gentlemanly looking man.
Slowly, one by one, children trudged out of the carriage with apprehension and fear clear in their eyes and actions. Although they did not understand what those men were going to do to them, they at least instinctively understood that they were bad people. So with downcast faces and heavy hearts pounding with fear, the children submissively followed after the gentlemanly looking man with the rough rogues on their both sides making sure none can run away.
Together they entered the tall building they stopped outside of. Within the broken down tall building were more people, differences are that they all wore white and covered their faces with white veils; they even wore plastic gloves on their hands like doctors would when working on a patient.
The closer the children got to those white-clothed people, the more their breathing staggered and suffocated. Some children broke out in tears as they couldn't stand the pressure anymore; the silence pressed down on them like an invisible hand oppressing them.
However, the children that started crying were quickly shut up with a brutal slap to their faces that even caused blood to bleed out from their mouth or nose. One rogue especially couldn't stand all those prickling noises and raised his hand and slashed down at one especially loud child.
Spurt! Splat!
A splash of red dyed the gray concrete floor. All the sounds abruptly stopped and disappeared into nothingness as an eerie silence settled within the large worn-down building. The rogue who had been irritated immensely by the children's pathetic crying had without hesitation cut down the loudest child using a dagger he took out from his waist.
All the children had simultaneously shut their mouths in fear and horror as they saw a child---one like them---being killed so emotionlessly without mercy by one of those brutish man who definitely does not like children or kids in general. They can't help but wonder if their fate would be the same as the slayed child if they continue to cry and make a fuss.
'How pathetic. It's only a little blood and they're like this already. Well, the result is good enough so I'll excuse this.' The gentlemanly looking man thought as he looked in distaste at the dead children before looking at the alive ones with the same look.
This act of killing the chicken to warn the monkey made by that rogue worked wonders. As fearfully and with trepidation, the children became even more submissive, their bodies trembling in anxiety.
"Here are the next batch you've been waiting for. Take them. They're seriously so annoying, I wish I can just kill them all," the gentlemanly looking man strolled up to the white-clothed men and spoke to the one who should be the leader, he swept his hair back in exaggeration. Once the children heard the gentlemanly looking man's words, their bodies subconsciously tried their all to shrink into balls, hoping not to be noticed---for they know exactly what their fates would be if they do. Their children's sensitivity allowed them to understand the trouble and ending they would get if they dared to step out of the line those men had drawn---an ending much like the dead child on the ground whose blood still has not stopped flowing.
The leader of the white-clothed men nodded his head in affirmation as he signaled for the men behind him to take the children. Turning to the gentlemanly looking man, he said with indifferent crystal clear in his tone, "Qian, You can go back now, I'll handle the rest."
Seeming familiar and used to the leader of the white-clothed men's attitude, the gentlemanly looking man called Qian rolled his eyes and elegantly swaggered out of the large building along with the brutish rogues he brought with him.
Switching his focus back from Qian, the leader of the white-clothed men watched as his men led the children into the back of the building where the training rooms are.
His eyes that exuded indifference and frost gradually shifted to malevolence. His lips arched up into a bloodthirsty grin as ideas and training regiments calculated themselves at the speed of light within his head.
Licking his lips in a perverted way, the man said to himself, "Now, shall we get started with the fun?" The leader of the white-clothed men was excited, he was very excited to try out the new training methods he had come up with since the last time a bunch of kids came.
Stepping forward, the man walked into his private office within the large building and begun his preparations which he finds much pleasure in doing.
After a couple minutes, the man exited his office and went to the training rooms. The training rooms were separated into 6 rooms with each room holding a maximum of 10 kids.
It was in these rooms that the kids that weren't sold as of currently as being trained and brainwashed to become either suicide guards, assassins, or the likes of which "they" can earn money from.
The man walked into the hall.
"Wah wah!"
"Ahh!"
Noises of crying and pain was heard constantly from all the in-use training rooms. Sounds of something splashing against the floor and the walls repeatedly sounded. Gurgling sounds were also heard.
The man randomly chose to enter one of the rooms. The moment the door opened—even just a tiny crack—the sounds inside instantly grew louder, hurting the eardrums.
The man opened the door wider and stepped inside.
"Harder! Hit him harder, hard enough for his bones to crack!" One white clothed man shouted as he commanded the other white clothed men with him to beat and hit the children unyielding with great strength.
The cries of the children filled with pain and agony from the affliction seeped through the door and even the soundproof walls. It proved just how harsh, brutal, and merciless the training regiment they have to go through are—most of which wouldn't survive through this.
However, in great disparity, the man smiled with delight thinking that his hard work of contemplating on how to make the regiment more effective was working.
Humming an out-of-tune tune, the man sat down on a chair by the door that was specially prepared for him at any time. He continued to watch the show with a bright smile on his face. His sadistic personality was exposed and divulged while his previous cold and indifferent attitude was nowhere to be found—maybe except for the coldness in his heart that laughed at the pain of others.
He says to himself as the sounds of never-ending pain and torture reached an apex, "I wonder when my next batch of experiment objects are arriving~ I just thought of a wonderful new way to torture—ah no, I meant train them."
Mismatched sounds of laughter and wailing mixed together to form a melody of horror within the large broken-down building where secret training and experiments take place.