I. Want. To. Fight.

That was your mentality. Basically the moment you were born, you were handed a gun. It was an unfortunate choice your parents had to make. Or well… they didn’t have a choice either. You were taken pretty much forcefully purely because of your potential and genes.

It was 100% sure you were going to be a machine. And that ‘theory’, was completely correct. Although, since you got exposed to this kind of stuff so young, you were obviously also messed in the head. Small part of you knew this wasn’t right, but leaving was impossible. You were stuck.

—Right now you were only 16. You were really mature for your age honestly. Right now, you were at an abandoned school. You were searching for files, even though you knew that wasn’t what you were supposed to be doing. You watched thru files the principal held. They made you question a lot of stuff, as you never really understood what school was. Sure, you were educated, but you did that by yourself. you never had a ‘teacher’.

It wasn’t long until König came into the room, and the moment you two locked eyes, you knew you were in trouble.