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The man awoke to a dungeon, his hands shackled by chains. He clicked his tongue, his throat dry and his eyes a clear bloodshot.

Where was he? How did he get here?

He glanced at his hands, a glimmering ring shown. It was a beautiful, clearly expensive ring created with care with brilliant craftsmanship. However he could feel no love to it. Why? Why was that?

He began to cough uncontrollably, his mind a whirl, his head stinging. Once his eyes adjusted to the dark, he ended up catching a few words smeared across the walls in a deep, dark-stained red.

Why did it looked like it was written in blood?

He coughed once more and ended up spitting out dried blood. As his eyes scanned the wall, the words shown made a chill crawl through his spine. Why? Why was that?

THE PAST HAS BEEN DESTROYED.

The past has been destroyed...

What did that mean?

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