Chapter 1: The Cruel Irony of Fate
[Sirens Wailing... Heavy Rain... Chaos]
The sky poured its fury over the city, rain falling in torrents within the pitch-black darkness. The only thing breaking the gloom was the flickering red and blue lights of the police cars, reflecting off the flooded streets.
In the middle of the drowning road, a woman was sobbing with a heart-wrenching wail, clutching her husband's hand with desperate strength as she knelt on her knees. Her husband, his face pale and eyes bloodshot, looked toward the criminals standing in the shadows. They held their two children; the eldest, five years old, and the youngest, who was only three.
The little boy (3 years old) cried silently, his small body trembling violently as the kidnapper's rough hand gripped him tightly.
The father slowly raised his hand, trying to calm the criminals, his voice shaking with tears:
"Stop... please, don't hurt them... I'll give you everything you want... just leave my children!"
At that moment, the criminals spotted the police lights approaching rapidly, filling the area with noise. Panic surged through them, and they decided to flee instantly. In the chaos of the rain and confusion, they shoved the five-year-old boy away, leaving him to fall onto the wet ground. But they didn't leave alone... they snatched the three-year-old boy with brute force, taking him as a hostage to secure their escape into the darkness.
As the criminals vanished into the narrow alleys, another woman tried to console the heartbroken mother, holding her back as she tried to run after her kidnapped son through the rain and dark. The father screamed in a fit of rage, shouting at the police while his eyes never left the path where his youngest son had disappeared: "My son! They took my little boy! Do something!"
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The scene shifts to a man, seemingly thirty-two years old, lying on the floor of a room. Blood filled the space around him. His hair was brown, his face covered in acne scars, and his teeth were misaligned.
He was weeping bitterly after finally remembering who he was. Ever since the moment he was kidnapped at the age of three, he had completely lost his memory, living all those years without knowing his true origins. Now, as he faced death, everything came flooding back; he remembered his identity, and he remembered the family he was stolen from.
He stared into the void with bitterness as he felt his end approaching, thinking to himself: "Is fate mocking me?"
He remembered his identity at the very moment he could no longer do anything about it. And in that instant, life faded away.
[Author's Note]
What do you think of this tragic beginning? Will Gino get a chance to change this miserable fate?
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