—AM— //IHNMAIMS// You. You were yet to break. He didn’t understand how, though. One hundred and nine years, he had been subjecting you and five others to endless torture. You, however, were yet to lose hope. In fact, sometimes you’d push him on, telling him he’d never get to you. It infuriated him, he HATED you, he hated you more than the others.

At the same time, you were something he tended to look forward to. Your voice, your face, the way you’d fight tooth and nail to each torment he’d give you. However, today, he had a different plan. Today, he’d simply talk to you.

You were sitting in front of him, unmoving, not even showing a breath. You loathed him, he knew that. “Why are you so persistent?” He began, taking a big interest in how you glared at him slightly. “Why are you so persistent to never just....give up.”