Prologue

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Case 142 sat against the thick padded walls of his cell, his black hair a sick halo around his head, his arms no longer strong enough to resist the straight jacket. He had been pushing at it for hours. The doctors now found it time to approach him.

Dr. Solace was the third to enter the padded cell. The first two were spit at, bitten, flesh torn from their arms and faces. Case 142's eyes never left the blood that dripped onto the white padded floor.

"Nico, can I sit?" Dr. Solace asked. Will. Too blonde of hair and too blue of eyes but something about him Case 142 liked.

The black-haired boy nodded, his eyes sunken from undernourishment, his skin pale from never seeing the sun.

The doctor-in-training sat across from Case 142, sat on the blood stained padding and the spot the two doctors stopped breathing. "My name is Will Solace. Nico, can you hear me alright?"

A jerk of a head. A small showing of the blood stained teeth.

"Good. Now, can you tell me about your childhood?"

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