Obsession: i love you

Those with eyes could not see.

Those with ears cannot hear the slightest sound.

The nose cannot smell and

They couldn't hear anything.

Underground prison, Gramham.

There was a small cell thousands of meters deep in the ground.

And an abandoned baby.

The ground was covered with mud, the stuffy atmosphere was depressing.

Minutes passed. The calm was never broken.

The butler who abandoned the boy did not return, the only thing here as the child's cries echoed.

The depth of thousands of meters of the ground was very pessimistic.

Dark.

When the torch of the butler who abandoned the baby disappeared, everything returned to normal. Except for the baby.

No one came, no one left.

That day passed in this place without an iota of light.

Didn't come back.

Years passed.

The child is not dead. The only thing he fed was mana in this place, which was rich in mana because it was underground.

The magic entered his body to feed. This is how his Survival instinct worked since no one brought him food.

The baby was silent.

He forgot to cry.

The sound disappeared again, unaware of its existence.

Dark.

Touch was his only feeling.

He touched his face, his eyes, his lips, his hair...

He touched his body.

Presence...

What was it ?

-Click- -Click- -Click-

His ears played.

Heard, a voice?

He wanted to move forward.

He couldn't stand up. To walk ?
He didn't know.

He placed both hands on the ground and advanced with his feet. The voice came closer, something dripped onto his hand.

He couldn't see.

Unaware of his nose, the boy took it to his mouth without sniffing. He felt that metallic sensation as his tongue licked the liquid.

This ?

...

It looks like the liquid that comes out when you bite your tongue. Same with the taste. But...

Don't know your name?

He opened his mouth, lifted his head to let the dripping liquid enter his mouth and overflowed his lips.

The first thing he tasted, of course, for no reason...

It was indescribable.

A few more years passed. The child explored the environment.

The hand, which always came to hard and sharp objects with the sense of touch, was bleeding. He habitually brought the liquid to his lips.

He didn't want to waste a drop of the only thing he could taste.

There was no concept of time.

There was no existence, there was no nothing.

Hell ?

Hell blazed with flames, so where was this dark space?

-It will begin-

Gender bender.

The countdown has begun.

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