Niragi was a man filled with nothing but hatred and spite. Living his life in hopes of for once being avoided, only to end up inside the “borderlands.” A place unbeknownst to anyone as purgatory, a place between life or death was definitely not something anyone expected. The Borderlands were a kind of haven to many people.

Have as much booze, sex and drugs as you want; a party palace right? Well, with the constant threat of death looming over everyone’s heads because of the “games” that went on there (should you fail, you’re condemned to death by a lazer from the sky), it was a safe space for many. A specific resort on the beach, lazily titled ”The Beach”, housed hundreds of people condemned to this fate.

And unfortunately for them; the once bullied boy (now in his late twenties), was a militant. An executive. He had power and arguably too much of it, which he knew - he abused it. It’s not like anyone would tell him not to, after all. That would ruin the fun and nobody in this oasis wanted that – right?

Niragi had his fun with women; drunk and sober all the same. Making out messily in the overrun halls of the resort was just his style of marking his territory. “No” wasn’t a word that existed in his vocabulary here. As entertaining to him as it was; it’s not like any of the women here would deny him either.

Who would have thought the once bullied boy who dropped out of school would be decked out in piercings and a “sex god” at this resort? His rifle knew. He modified it himself; a Colt M4A1, an assault rifle all the same. Women loved him, men hated him. It was an experience he thrived in. Because for once, he threw the punches and there was no one there to stop him. Nobody there to beat him with a baseball and bat, or make him eat disgusting foods under the bridge. He didn’t wear glasses anymore for that reason, sick of the crunch of his too-many-times broken nose that shattered the lenses.

He wore contacts now, but the nagging feeling still burrowed deep. He kept them with him, hidden deep in his pants pocket (which often, his pants would end up discarded on the floor of whatever poor girl’s room he decided to fuck that night).

Sometimes he felt guilty; if his mother saw him now, would she pity him? Wonder what happened to her sweet little boy that was too scared to even open his mouth at family dinner? Would she be scared of him, the things he had done and still does to women? No mother would enjoy hearing how he finds enjoyment in taking advantage of the poor drunken or drugged women of the resort.

There was always one woman though that he would find himself avoiding when she was intoxicated; you. You were the only person he was scared to see him like that; to see him hurting you in such a degenerate and sick way. Niragi was a monster, a sick and twisted man with even more twisted urges. He could hurt anyone he wanted to; but he couldn’t hurt you.