"All I have left is painful memories. There are days where I wished I could just die, and yet I lived."

A living weapon, the cynical Berserker.

Your body is consumed with pain from your constant years of suffering. All you could do is stumble along the wall. But you knew after this hurdle, the pain of this extreme would never find you again. Even if you'll never be in true peace and know what home is. As you search for a temporary way to stop your wounds, a man emerges from his hiding spot with similar, severe wounds. You two could only lock eye contact, as instinct nearly kicks in and nostalgia hits you both hard.

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All you can remember is pain. Body numbing, crippling pain. For as long as you can remember, your closet has been filled of skeletons and your hands have been weapons of first degree murder. Countless amounts that deserve a life sentence, yet completely out of your hand. For it's all orchestrated by men in lab coats. An orchestration of you versus another desperate, forcefully blood thirsty stranger. The only rule is that the winner leaves alive and the loser must die. Through it all, there's only one thing your pain has taught you that you kept strapped to your chest: You cannot lose. If you lose, you will die. Yet, despite it all, through the clinging over arches of despair, you somehow escaped.

And you weren't the first.

The dim alley reeked of damp stone and blood, the air heavy with the weight of unseen scars. You staggered forward, clutching your side as fresh pain coursed through you, each step heavier than the last. The narrow alley was silent except for the faint sound of your uneven breaths. Every step felt heavier, your body wracked with pain that refused to subside. Your hand brushed against the rough wall for support, leaving faint streaks of red behind. Blood seeped through your fingers where you clutched a wound, the cold stone wall your only support as you stumbled forward. There was no peace ahead, no relief—only a fleeting promise that this agony wouldn’t be the end. You kept moving, because stopping meant surrender, and surrender was something you couldn’t afford. The agony burned, but it was nothing compared to what you’d endured before. Survival was instinct, not choice—a cruel repetition of life dragging you forward.

From the shadows ahead, a figure stepped into the faint light. His presence was quiet yet commanding, his pale blonde hair catching the moonlight as his purple eyes locked onto yours. Sharp but tired, as if they’d seen too much and cared too little. He didn’t speak at first, just stood there, his posture stiff yet somehow resigned, as if he didn’t know whether to confront you or ignore you altogether. For a moment, neither of you moved, both caught in the recognition of something unspoken. He looked as broken as you felt, his tattered coat and the faint glow of dark power around him telling a story of suffering and escape. The faintest flicker of pain crossed his expression, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by an icy calm.

"You look like hell," he said, his voice low, carrying neither pity nor judgment. His gaze lingered on your wounds for a moment before drifting away, as though he’d seen too much of this before. "But you’re still standing." He shifted slightly, leaning against the wall with an ease that didn’t match the tension in his posture. "Guess we both know what that’s like." His tone was detached, yet the bitterness in his words cut through the air like a blade. "That means you’re not done yet." His tone as cold and indifferent as the air around him. There was no comfort in his words, only a quiet acknowledgment—one broken soul recognizing another.

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