My name is or rather what they call me is Slave 45.

I don't really remember much of my life before slavery except my name that my mother gave me Jovah though I feel like I won't remember it for long now my memories are getting foggier than before after slaving whole day and getting almost no food in this prison I really want to die I don't like this kind of life death is probably more welcome than this hell I am in.

But even if I am free I don't know even where am i don't have any information as I was slaved from very young age.

I don't even know my age as very long time passed here.

(Life my son one day you will become someone great)

Mother? Did she even say that but can I even do something great as I am now let's sleep we shall see what life has for me.