In a city just like London, lives a young girl with her mother — not as young to be named a child, but old enough to drink alcohol, and enough to get married. The age 23, girl silently sits against the wall by the window as she sings an eerily lullaby. As she sings the lullaby, she yearns for the riches, the fame, the knowledge to conquer the world — but as reality hits, it comes crashing down. Her mom, a hooker and alcoholic abuser, stares at her with detest and hatred. She was born by accident, placed in this dark world by pure chance. Her father unknown.
"You... you are the reason why I have no money. You are a waste of space in this house. I should have never let that man knock me up to give birth to you!"
As the girl desperately tries to get affection, the mom pushes and shoves her away. As she pushes her away, the girl can smell the alcohol from her. She grabs the liquor from the table and chugs it while kicking and beating her.
As she cowers on the ground, she prays to the gods, "Why was I born in this despicable, forsaken world?"
Why.
Why.
Why...
Was I born in this disgusting world?
As her eyes — once innocent — get devoured by revenge, anger consumes her. She looks at her mother in pursuit to attack her. But she couldn't. Why, you may ask yourselves? Love. The sole purpose was love. It was her mother — the one that brought her to life. But deep inside, anger consumes her. Now she knows what her real intent was. She never loved her. She was the product of a hooker's malfunction. And now, in disgust, she attacks her.
She grabs the bottle and hits her with it. As the mother screams in pain—
"You bitch!" she screams."How dare you — you hit me! I made you!"She scoffs."I should have aborted you."
That last line was the last straw. She left her be, ran out of the house, unknowing the terror outside. As night falls deeper, she runs further into the abyss. Anger has consumed her. She runs down the dirty path near the sewer, in her white, dirtied oversized tank top and white shorts.
She now understands that she was a product of misfortune. As she runs deeper into the city — that's when the real terror appears.
The blood-curdling echoes of the goblins rising from the depths of the shadows.
Goblins.
As she runs down the alley, dark and nasty, with the smell of rotten fruit and food, it didn't concern her. Her abusive mother fed her nothing but rotten food and fruits. As she runs down the alley, soon the goblins reach her. As she turns her head to see the monstrous form of an animal, she yells for help, but nothing. She screams and screams until an old, fat hag of a man wearing a wife beater comes out to see goblins chasing a poor girl. The man leered at her with an evil smile. As the man comes to rescue her, he has no intention to save her. He found his plaything. But little did the girl know what evil was behind that mask of his.
As the girl embraces the man, he quickly locks the door, losing the interest of the goblins, who waddle away into the depths of the abyss.
"What is a thing of such purity doing out so late at night?" the man spoke with pure and genuine tone.
As the man reaches out to pat her head, she cowers in cover, scared and terrified by the thought that he might hit her—due to the trauma she has been dealt by her own mother.
"Young girl, you shouldn't be out here in the dark. Those monsters out there are known by many names, such as Kinglins or Hobgoblins, but one name is superior: Goblins."
As the girl now understands what those are, she asks, "Where did they come from?"
"One says from the moons, others say from the ground. A long time ago, deep underground, lay a civilization of some sort," he said once again. "But for now, we don't know."
As the girl falls asleep, the man, with warm thoughts, tells her, "The room is upstairs to the left," as he points to the room. She insists and gets up, slowly walking upstairs. But her thoughts and mind start to go hazy. Her legs become weak. She can't see straight, as if the man has done something to the food. The man pulls out a small plastic bag, tinkering with it in front of her as he salivates. As she slowly becomes weaker but not sleepy, she realizes the truth again—even humans are no better than those monsters. The man playfully teases her, "Why must you detest me with those eyes?" he says with a playful manner.
This time, the man walks over to her slowly and does indescribably horrible things to her, pushing her like a rag. The girl tries to fight back, but she couldn't. It was like gravity was ten times heavier. She tries to stand once more but falls back. The man laughs at her cries of struggle, entertained. He lunges forward, tackling her to the ground. The man sniffs and grabs her cheek as he spits at her.
A woman with a familiar tone tells the man to stop—it was her mother. The mother walks down the stairs, looking her down, laughing and snickering at her.
"Stupid little girl," she says.
"Chain her up. Let's sell her and buy us a new house," the mother says with the excitement of a vulture. The girl, in such shock, couldn't believe her mother would do this—go so far as to sell her. The mother and the man both look at her with disgusting greed, as if she were just property. But the potion the man had given took full effect, knocking her out.