In a deep underground facility, a boy with black hair was fiddling with a sword that was around half his size. This boy was younger than Lua, but not by much. He was still a teenager, and looked like he had been one for some time.
His face, however, was the one of a grown man. He had scars all over, and deep purple eyes that seemed to have no end. He was tired.
The brick walls around him were cold, providing no warmth for his dying spirit. And on warmth, he had not seen sunlight in weeks now. He was a ruthless killer who operated at night, being able to see sunlight only if his masters permitted it.
He looked to the burning torch across from him. It burned on and on, but he knew it would eventually die off. Like most things.
"Back to work, Theta!" A fat man with a bald head yelled down the corridor, seeing Theta sit down. Theta complied, making no noise. He got up and headed to the training ring.
