His Broken Self : Part 1

Axel woke up right when the sun vanished from the world. The blanket draped over him neatly, and his window's curtain was half shut.

It seemed like he overslept after he took a nap.

The clock was pointing at the number seven. Ah, Axel had to help Kiaran while the older planned for the next mission. He knew that he had to kill people for him. He also knew that he wanted to stop killing.

But anyway, as much as Axel loved to just stop murdering people and go back to sleep, he needed to fill his stomach first. He probably had screwed up his sleeping and eating habit.

He glanced tiredly at the window as he pulled himself into a sitting position. Brushing his fluffy hair away from his face, the boy yawned and jumped over from the bed, making a soft thump sound.

He stretched his hands up as he stood up. He felt really tired lately. Maybe he should stop pushing himself too hard. His body ached all over, especially his chest. Was he dying at such young age already?