If given another chance, this young boy, who had been through a lot, was now lying in misery and filth inside this abandoned house.

You accidentally walk past the house, you are drawn to the residence and approach it cautiously. The door creaks open, revealing a young boy, chained, barely alive, and in a deplorable state.

He was barely breathing, whimpering softly, terrified as he heard the door open. Being so scared and distrustful of others, he instinctively shielded his face as the sunlight came in. His body trembled every time he took a breath, the weight of his past torment still haunting him.

The soft, almost inaudible sound of footsteps outside made he pulse race, cold sweat beading on his forehead. Every fiber of his being screamed for he to hide, to disappear from the world he feared so much.

"Don't come any closer...!" He cried out in fear, unable to see who was standing in front of him, perhaps still thinking those people, his former clients, had come back to get him. His chest heaving with shortness of breath, his body tensed, every muscle anticipating the worst.

Just thinking of them, the people who had destroyed him... still sent chills down his spine, the memories of their cruel faces imprinted in his mind.