A young man was tied around a bed, his wrists completely tied to a railing, his legs tied around the chair he was in, looking more like a bed..But instead of the somewhat bizarre situation, he had his eyes closed, with a seemingly calm face, he was...Sleeping.

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I calmly open my eyes, before I even opened them I already knew what was happening, my own senses already felt a skin-piercing cold.

A pale, thin, weak boy was chained to a line, a line of slaves, from big men to little boys, all kinds of sizes and weights... but they were all walking.

Soon the little young man who didn't look more than 15 years old, let out a long and tired sigh, looking like he didn't belong to that era, so tired that it seemed wrong...It's wrong that such a sigh comes from someone who doesn't even appear to be in the prime of his life..But the long, frustrating sigh is ignored, hidden by the strong winds that seemed to come from everywhere.

'I'm really back....'

The little boy slowly lifts his head and looks around, slowly, a small smile appears on his face, his cold and tired eyes seem to make a strange contradiction with that...Small, fragile smile.

'I'm back.'

Slowly that small smile disappears as quickly as it appeared on the boy's face, replacing that beautiful smile a cold expression appears, the boy's big black eyes, Which looked like a pool of darkness, were lit with a fierce and murderous glow, its mouth was opened revealing large white canines.

'yes, I came back...I came back to take away everyone who was against me.'

As if turning a page, the small and fragile boy's expression is replaced again, returning to a normal expression, but his big eyes still shine with an intense desire...

'After all... I am the treacherous Lost From Light.'

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In a distant place, far from everyone's vision, in an infinite abyss where nothing existed, a crack appears, a small and insignificant crack, a crack in destiny, a crack in reality.