Dark mist filled the cloud,the morning dew was damp,dawn had began to emerge and the world looked unchanged.

In a dimly lit room,Wallace was tied to a chair with his legs strapped to it and his mouth covered with a cloth.

He looked like a man who had gone through hell and failed to claim victory. He sat unconscious looking hopeless in the room.

As he slowly gained consciousness,he began reminiscing on what had previously happened.

He was greatly confused,he didn't remember a thing,his head felt hurt as if it were the tyres of a tractor bearing the weight of the entire machine.

His clothes were stained with blood and he could hardly turn his head around,he kept on trying to remember but to no avail;he had not the slightest idea how he ended up here or why.

In the middle of his thoughts,the doors opened abruptly and four well armed bodyguards stepped into the room. They positioned themselves in the four corners of the room.

Afterwards,two more bodyguards came in,and right in the middle of them was a tall, handsome young man,who was emiting a strong evil aura. He was dressed in an all-white laboratory coat holding a notebook on his right hands.

He adjusted his glasses and a pair of blue pupils were flashed.

He cleared his throat and questioned calmly, "Do you know who I am?".

Seeing he had not received an answer from who he confronted,he put down his notebook on the table and sat down,then lit up a cigarette.

He spoke again, "For each life, there's a purpose and for each civilization there's a world, for you, there's a whole lot of mysteries"

Wallace looked up and a bodyguard removed the cloth on his mouth,then he immediately retorted "Who are you?".

Silence flooded the atmosphere.

Finally a voice was heard, "In the beginning,I was the king of hell".