"The Beginning of the Death Game."
The night was unnervingly silent, the kind of silence that pricked at the edges of one's sanity. In the dim light of his small room, the boy sat by the window, his sharp eyes scanning the starless sky. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the sill, a restless energy coursing through him. The city beyond his window was alive, yet to him, it felt lifeless. Every sound—the distant laughter, the hum of engines, the occasional shout—seemed hollow.
The boy(Aryan) exhaled slowly, his breath fogging the glass. He hated them all. The world was a rotting carcass of selfishness and pretense, and he was trapped within it. His contempt for humanity grew with each passing day, festering in the corners of his mind like a shadow he couldn't escape. Love? He had no time for such nonsense. Relationships were illusions, distractions for the weak.
Yet, in the pit of his discontent, a flicker of light had caught his attention. A girl.(isha) She wasn't like the others, at least not in his eyes. Her presence burned in his memory—a fire he couldn't extinguish. But she was unreachable, a star far beyond his grasp. He told himself it didn't matter, yet her image haunted him like a curse.
And then, it happened.
The shadows in his room shifted, pooling unnaturally in the corner. The air turned cold, and a faint voice began to whisper—a sound that didn't come from outside, but from within his mind.
"Do you seek escape, boy? Do you crave a world where your desires can be fulfilled?"
The boy froze, his heart pounding. The voice was low and serpentine, yet strangely soothing.
"You're not meant for this world," it continued. "You belong somewhere greater, somewhere your hunger for adventure, power, and freedom can truly be unleashed."
For a moment, fear gripped him, but it quickly melted into intrigue. His restless soul demanded answers.
"Who are you?" he whispered.
The shadows quivered, and from their depths emerged a figure—a creature no larger than a child but with glowing red eyes and an unnerving grin. Its voice was a melody of temptation.
"I am but a guide," it said. "A messenger from a place where your wildest dreams and darkest desires can come true. If you're willing, I can take you there. But first... you must make a choice."
The boy's lips curved into a smirk. Fear no longer had a place in his heart. Adventure, power, mystery—these were the things he craved, and this creature was offering him everything.
"What's the catch?" he asked, his voice calm despite the storm brewing within.
The creature's grin widened, its sharp teeth glinting in the faint light.
"Only that you play the game."