No matter how beautiful or harsh life is, when death comes… everything is over.
I did not choose this story, and I never wanted to read it. In fact, the word "bad" is not enough to describe it. And yet, the stupid computer forced me to go through it. And on one of the nights… I was killed.
But the end was not the end. I woke up to find myself inside that miserable novel… no, rather in the worst place anyone could exist in: the heart of the devil.
Children at the age of thirteen, from different races, are thrown into one hell, subjected to harsh training that knows no mercy, until they turn into tools… without emotions, without mercy, without humanity....
Stuck in this hell, I breathe with difficulty among the monsters, but despite everything… there was hope a small hope, fragile… but alive. Hope of escape. Hope of survival.
And with every moment I spend here, I was discovering how brutal this place is… and how dangerous it is to stay in it.
And so… I started planning..not only to escape…but to live a life… without regret.