"Kill, kill, kill!"
Mara was lying on the floor while blankly staring at the ceiling. She was inside a plain white room where the passage of time couldn't be felt. There was nothing that indicated that a day had passed.
Her body condition was a mess. Bruises covered all over her body, and blood came out of her lips and nose.
'How many times is this already? Every time I'm staring at the ceiling like this, I can't help but hear a voice… The voice is similar to mine, but it's slightly deeper. Is this my future voice?'
"I kill people because that's the only thing I've done in my life. That's why please kill me."
Mara closed her eyes. She had been in this facility all this time. The last time she remembered, she was seven years old.
The training was rigorous. She didn't even know who her parents were. The only thing she knew was that she was being trained by scary instructors alongside other kids in this facility.
