Hi Guys!!! This is my first time writing a story hohoho, so please be forgiving if I made any mistakes and do correct me if u spot any Anyways, without further ado, let's dive in to chapter 0!!

Life has never been fair to Theo. From the moment he began to know what's wrong and right, all he ever witnessed was fights between his abusive parents---his mother was drug abuser while his father was an alcoholic. Sometimes, they would even forget to come home for several days, even if they did come home, they would smack him across the room mericlessly or kick him in the abdomen relentlessly. So...how did he survive? Apparently, his neighbour was a caring old lady who would often come to take care of Theo. Whenever she saw his bruises, she would try to call the police but to no avail. The people living in that particular area are simply rotten to the core---calling them inhumane is an understatement. Hence, abuse, rape and murder are just daily occurances and criminal cases have been piling up in the police department, to the extent that some even live in the department.

At age 8, the caring old lady passed away due to old age and from that moment on, Theo was then left in the darkness all over again---he didn't even get to know her name. since then, he began to take on part-time jobs to pay for his education and daily necessities.

At age 15, his parents were murdered due to the debt they owed to several crime syndicate. They did not even have a proper burial as who is crazy enough to spend their money on someone who had abused them for their entire lives. Moreover, organisng a funeral is insanely expensive and not everyone can afford it.

'Life is really great huh, giving me shit every single damn day in this god forsaken world' Theo thought to himself while he opens the door to his apartment. '!!!!Didn't I lock the door when I leave, why is it unlocked???!!!I hope it's not a break in.' Heart racing, pulse increasing, hands shaking, Theo pushed open the door and gave out a relieve sigh. Everything was in order, the furnitures remain in the same place as before, just when Theo closed the door, he felt a sharp pain in his back and when he looked down, the dagger has penetrated his back, emerging out from the front. As Theo stared blankly at his crimson blood dripping down from the dagger, staining the floor red, he heard a rough voice of a man in his thirties, "Boy...if you want to blame, blame your parents". As he removed the dagger, he continued,"In this cruel world, it is the survival of the fittest...if you are not strong, then you will die. Hahaha funny me saying all this now...Rest well...Boy..." As Theo stared at the man in shock and fury, he felt really COLD, followed by the darkening of his vision. 'Is this death? HAHAHA...it feels really cold, yet warm at the same time' Theo then closed his eyes and lay in the pool of blood.