"Ooh? I was taken away by some bad people who locked me up in a dark room for ages, you had to fight with other kids to survive and earn points that would enable you to get food to eat or you would starve... The place was bad, after running away, I stayed in the streets for some time before finding a place to sleep in... " he lightly responded eying him. His face and eyes stayed calm.
" Ooh, it sounds horrible... Were there many kids? " Zi Xin inquired frowning, the story might be simple and plain as narrated but beneath it, he knew it wasn't as it sounded. That place was harsh and cruel.
" Yeah, we were thousands of kids from different places and ages, but every day some will have to die, the place didn't have a place for kindhearted souls..." In that assassin camp, they were raising assassins and cold-blooded murderers.
You would have to stain your hands with blood to stay at the top, to keep moving.
