My body couldn't help but shiver when I opened my eyes, expecting to see something. But what did I even expect to see? The so called blue sky, covered by many white clouds? Or the sun that would light the whole land with her rays?

No.

The only thing I saw was black. No surprise. That was the Underground after all. A sole hell where people like me could only survive through stealing and killing. And I, who's been born into this disgusting place never stealed something. Neither killed someone. I was too weak. Maybe this was the reason why I was about to die.

I already gave up my life since a long time ago. Now that I actually thought about my darn life, I must realize that I never really cherished something or experienced the whole feeling of happiness. I never had someone beside me. And parents? Neither them. At least, I couldn't remember them. Either they died after my birth or they left me. Strangely enough, I never held a grudge against them or ever had the desire to see them. The only thing they left behind was my name. And the one who raised me was some stupid old crock. If you could call daily abusing as raising in general. At least, I was fed and had a place to sleep - the floor.

In the end, he just wanted to sell me out to other men when I'm old enough in order to please them. That was the only reason he kept me. According to him, even a lot of men had a need for some fun in the Underground and with my appearance it would be a cinch. The main point was to get a big amount of money. Mercenary bastard. He disgusted the hell out of me.

Time has came. At the age of fifteen, I was supposed to have my first client. On the way to his client he soliloquized about how much money he could achieve with me. I tuned him out and kept on thinking to find a way to escape. But there was no way out.

No, I didn't want that. I darted my eyes on everywhere. My heart kept racing in fear and I went literally crazy inside, in panic. I often asked myself, how scum like him could even exist. If I just had more power, he probably would be died by now. I wouldn't bat an eye to kill him for myself if it meant to finally get my freedom.

But on that day, luck seemed to be on my side for once. As he continued to ran his mouth about money, we were suddenly attacked. Or rather him. They didn't consider me for one bit. Shattered, I just watched how he was attacked by severe guys. He yelled at me for help. I scoffed. Who did he thought he was? Of course I opposed and took this chance to escape. I ran and ran as far as I could, glad that nobody chased after me.

Now, I was here. In front of an abandoned broken hovel. And I had no idea how long I already sat here. Maybe one week? But I couldn't give a damn. I was sick of everyone and everything within my life, and life in general. I just wanted everything to end already.

I couldn't move anyway because my whole body hurt like crazy. I was cold and hungry. The only thing I had were my filthy clothes, covered with a few bloodstains from the beating of that fucking old bastard. I didn't feel a bit guilty that I ran away on that day. It was the best thing that ever happened to me here in the Underground.

From a distance, I noticed two little children who were hiding behind an old fountain, staring at me. Their eyes were filled with pity and fear. The fear that they would end up like me, meeting the same cruel fate. At least, they had each other. A bond to value.

Slowly, I averted my eyes from them and stared at the ground. People who passed by me, tried to ignore me as good as they could. Some people were acting like I didn't exist and other however stopped hesitantly and stared at me with guilty eyes as if they wanted to help me but couldn't. Nevertheless, it was always the same thing. Every time, they would turn their backs on me and continue their way. Even so, I didn't blame them. The Underground was a place where everyone was just doing their best to survive. Yeah, the world was that cruel. Weak was losing, strong was winning. It was just so mercifully simple.

"Oi brat."

"..."

"Oi."

Huh? Someone was talking to me? Had been a while that someone actually talked to me. The last time was weeks ago.

Slowly, I lifted my head only to find a short midget in front of me. He had straight black hair, styled in an undercut and dull blue eyes. Despite his short height and youthful face, anyone could see that he was much older than me. Maybe four or five years older? Quite handsome. But really rude. He scowled at me with strange intimidating eyes that would probably scare the hell out of people. But surprisingly, I wasn't scared.

"Tch. Are you deaf?"

I scoffed internally as I glared at him. Definitely a rude one. Slowly, I opened my mouth and tried to speak which wasn't really easy with the dryness in my mouth and throat.

"Fuck off." I croaked out. He watched with narrowed knowing eyes, clearly ignoring my remark. But I couldn't care less at that moment. My whole throat burned just because of these few words. It wasn't helping either that I was feeling like had to puke.

"Aren't you one filthy pathetic pig?"

I couldn't help and gave a low dark chuckle which made him raise his eyebrows.

"You're right. I don't have anyone or a purpose. Nothing at all. Now that's a fucked up life isn't it? Haha, really pathetic." I replied, ignoring the burning in my throat. He didn't answer. Instead, he stared at me with a blank face. But never leaving his eyes of me like a hawk analyzing his prey. This guy was surely a weird one. Well, doesn't matter since many people in the Underground were literally weird, pitiful, desperate or crazy for whatever I know.

Slowly, I lowered my head again and let a shaky breath out. I already noticed well before how my whole body went weaker and weaker. I tried to lift my hand but it wasn't responding. Shit, this wasn't good.

Black dots appeared in front of my eyes. I blinked but they didn't disappear. I was drenched in sweat as my breath went faster and my heart kept pounding like crazy. Suddenly the world around me became furry. Shit, this wasn't really good. I couldn't pass out in front of this idiot.

And the last thing I felt before everything went black, was how I was caught by strong warm hands.