Jasser, the leader…
He said coldly and sharply:
Zeron… time is running late.
This child's organs must be removed.
You know we have a specific time to receive the payment. A huge amount. I don't know why they're paying such a massive sum, or why they don't want to do this themselves.
Zarak whispered to himself:
What a fool you are… You have no idea how big the thing they're planning really is.
Zarak stepped forward and said:
How about we ask his family for ransom instead of killing him? I heard he's from a wealthy family.
Jaber burst out laughing:
Family? He doesn't have any family. They abandoned him long ago.
Jasser looked at him coldly:
I don't care. I want the operation ready as soon as possible. They'll arrive soon, and if they come and don't find what they want, th…
Zeron:
Don't worry, Jasser. Everything will be fine.
Let me handle the rest.
He gestured to Jaber, saying:
Bring Shadi, Jaber.
Jaber sighed:
Alright.
Jaber laughed:
He looks dead.
Zeron replied:
He's not dead, you idiot.
Jaber replied sarcastically:
I know that.
Matrqa whispered:
Looks like I have nothing to do here. I'll leave. Inform me if anything happens.
Jaber laughed:
Don't worry. You'd only get in our way anyway.
Matrqa looked at him irritably:
Ha… whatever. I'm leaving.
Jaber dragged Shadi like a lifeless corpse into a special dissection room.
He opened the door violently, then threw him onto a cold metal bed.
He tightened his restraints firmly…
In the corner, Zeron was preparing his equipment.
Zeron whispered to himself:
I haven't tested this scalpel in a while. I'll find out now how effective it is.
Alright, everything is ready. Solutions, scalpels… I need an oxygen supply so the child doesn't die before the task is done.
Zeron put on his gloves.
Alright, let's begin.
An eager smile… sick.
Zeron:
Finally…
Shadi's past
Shadi…
What is that sound?
Where am I?
What is this white place?
Who is that child? He looks happy. It gives me a feeling of nostalgia.
It reminds me of myself.
I've lost part of my memory. The only thing I know is that I…
was a lost boy…
I was born into a wealthy family, but I was a stray soul.
Nervous… irresponsible.
My friends? They were more like thieves… or worse.
Images rush through my head…
I used to come home every night at midnight drunk.
My father would get angry.
He always used to tell me:
Father:
Son… don't follow them.
But I always defended them.
Long nights with fallen girls.
I think I was being exploited… fun, games, meaningless waste.
My life was real ruin.
I used to go to school for only one reason… harassing girls.
Whenever I try to remember my life before these memories, I get a severe headache, to the point it makes me lose consciousness and exhausts me. I don't know what I was like before. These are memories…
Every day a new report.
School… parents…
And my father…
I apologize for him… my father suffers because of me.
I always had doubts whether I had always been like this?
That day… I was late.
But my father… waited for me.
The sound of violent knocking on the door echoes in my head…
Shadi:
I knocked on the door hard…
The house door opened.
My sister was standing in front of me…
The foul smell of alcohol was strongly coming from me.
I pushed her hard and she fell to the ground, and I entered shouting unconsciously.
My father raised his head and stared at me with anger and disgust.
Father (angrily):
You drunk… what are you doing?!
I laughed mockingly.
Shadi (in a drunken voice):
Shut up, old man!
My father's anger ignited. He stepped toward me and slapped me hard across the face.
Father:
Did I raise a man?!
No… I raised a filthy animal!
You raise your hand against those weaker than you?!
I looked at him with contempt, a sick smile on my face.
Shadi:
Huh?
And who said I wanted to be your son?
Someone like you doesn't care about feelings.
The only thing you care about is money!
My voice trembled, but I continued mercilessly:
I don't know why I said that.
I always hated this house…
And I don't feel like you're my father!
And I don't know if this is really how I feel.
Shouting filled the place. My mother broke down crying.
Mother:
My son, come back to your senses!
What? Do I look crazy to you?
Son, this isn't right. He's your father!
My sister was sobbing on the floor.
All the family members were crying…
And me? I stood among them… alone, drowning in my darkness.
My father looked at me with a heavy pitying gaze, heavier than any blow.
Father:
You've disappointed me… Shadi.
Shadi:
Alright…
I'll leave this house.
And you won't see me again.
My mother ran toward me, tears pouring down.
Mother:
No, my son… don't go!
Please, don't leave me!
I pushed her away harshly.
Shadi:
Stay away from me!
My mother turned to my father, her broken voice pleading with him.
Mother (pleading):
Please… stop him!
Don't let him go!
A heavy silence fell.
Then my father said in a rigid, merciless voice:
Father:
Let him…
Shadi chose his own path.
And he must bear the consequences of his choice.
I paused at the door for a moment…
But I didn't turn back.
I closed the door behind me…
And with it, I closed the last human thing inside me.