The blood he had been in for a long time had finally come, the only obstacle to his victory had finally been resolved. He did not continue to celebrate the happiness brought by his long labors. His face immediately regained its coldness.
-About 1 year later-
In the corner of a cell was a boy sitting with his knees bent. There was a long shabby fabric on it that was hard to even call clothes.
The child was the one who came out of the test tube 1 year ago. During this 1 year, countless experiments were carried out on it. He had to stay in severe traumas on different issues, from his regeneration power to his psychological state.
He lost his arms and legs so many times, he couldn't count how many times he lost touch with the light.
He wasn't sure how many times he lost his senses.
He didn't know what it felt like to be disconnected from reality so many times.
He had no idea of the past or what had happened.
At the same time, he began to study. He was training often to keep alive to see his physical condition and limit.
He also had to learn their language in order to respond.
Everything got worse when he ripped out their tongues.
He began to be exposed to the humiliation and insults that were made with images in the past, now also verbally.
They named him "Rey".
It was a name that meant the fallen one.
At the same time, he was not alone, there were 7 people with him in the cell he came to when the day was over. They were all children like him. But none of them spoke. He didn't know if it was because they didn't speak the same language or because they couldn't.
They were watching the ground or the surroundings for hours every day.
They are not subjected to tortures, experiments, like him. Nor were they doing anything.
But despite their unresponsiveness, Rey was trying to communicate with all of them.
Every day he would go to them and talk a little, and if they did not understand the language he spoke, he would try to write something using the dust on the ground.
He had not received a response until now.
He spent his days, mixed with despair and loneliness, searching for the slightest sign. He didn't even know why he was fighting. Or was he fighting?