1 Prologue

Y/n: Your name

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Y/n's POV

I was walking around without any real purpose, I like walking around – I don't walk outside because of the people, there are too many people in the streets, it stresses me out, I hate big crowds, it's always been like that – it's not because I'm a germaphobe, or because I'm scared of leaving my nice little safety – but because I hate crowded spaces, the bumping of other people's shoulders on mine and the annoying feeling that I can't move because there are too many people around me... that's the reason I don't really like going outside.

But, there is one event in particular I always leave my house for. There is a cosplaying event near my neighborhood and I don't care about the crowds I have to go through to get to it, I always go to that event, and I always have fun. I dress up as my favorite videogame or anime characters and meet other people into what I like or what I am interested in.

That's where I was going right now, I could feel the people around me stare – I mean the costume I was wearing was quite flashy, not as flashy as others I've seen around but still flashy nonetheless.

I was going as Joker from persona 5, thankfully I have black hair and eyes – so the cost of the materials needed went down. The costume chosen was the classic Joker costume one has in the game, it was a lot more comfortable than I thought it was going to be, I thought it would be more restricting and harder to move in.

I walked inside the designated area for the event. It was a large storage area with a metallic roof and large windows. The wind coming in and out of the building made some of the metallic plates vibrate and make a very creepy sound, the edges of every metal tile was rusty and it seemed to be very abandoned. I sighed and looked around – there was nothing there.

"Weird." I thought, taking a look around – there didn't seem to be many people around the place I was in either.

Was I in the wrong place? Did I take a wrong turn?

I didn't really know, so I went further inside the building.

"Take this, remember we have to have everything ready in an hour." I heard some voices come from the other side of the room, I smiled and walked towards it. I rose my arm in a friendly manner and looked at the others there.

"Yo! I think I'm a little early to event, do you guys know when it starts?" I asked.

'Wait... now that I take a good look at these people...' I thought, looking at them carry around boxes, they all wore different clothing, but all had one thing in common, they had guns on their belts – and they didn't look fake like the replica I had on the inside pocket of my tailcoat.

"Oh shit! You must be the most unlucky motherfucker out there." one of the men said, dropping one of the heavy looking boxes they were carrying. He took out the gun on his belt and pointed it at me, "Wait wait waitwaitwait!"I yelled taking a step backwards.

'What the fuck?!' I thought looking at the box the man had dropped on the floor, one of it's corners had broken on the fall and it revealed what there was inside, a small package with a white looking powder – drugs, 'I doubt that's sugar.' I thought as the man looked at me.

"Cmon Vladmier, just kill him – there's a port near here, we'll just dump him in the ocean." one of them said, 'I am pretty dead.... so fucking dead.'I thought looking at the rest of the men, they were smiling and grinning.

I slowly put my hand on the inside of my jacket, "What are you doing? Grabbing your phone?" mocked the man holding a gun at me – I ignored him and tried to remain calm, I quickly took out my replica from inside my pocket and then pointed it at him.

It was an incredibly made replica of Joker's signature gun, the only reason it wasn't a gun was because it didn't have a spring, gunpowder and bullets, other than that it looked real.

"Oh shit! He also has a gun!" one of the others yelled, in an amused tone, were they enjoying this? "What chu gonna do Valdmier? He's got a gun too!" one of them said, as I heard several guns cocking.

"This looks like one of them old west movies!" they laughed, I looked at every single one of them, the gun tactic didn't seem to be working.

"What? You thought we'd let you go if you pointed a gun at Valdy here?" asked one of the men, pointing his gun at my head, "Oh how cute, let me tell you how shit works kid," said the man, wrapping his arm around my neck, "We are individual contract workers, we don't know anyone in this room," he tried to slap me on the cheek, but I smirked and grabbed his hand.

Using his momentum I pulled his hand, taking him off his center of gravity and stability before turning around, making my shoulder touch his, I then turned around again, making me face the opposite way he was facing with his arm tucked behind his neck and him almost falling down.

"S-Shit!" yelled the man, as I took a step forward, making him fall down on his back, I heard his wrists break as he tried to stop the fall with his both arms. I pointed my gun at him.

"AHH Fuck! You asshole!" he yelled, I ignored him and slowly took his gun, the other people around me however were laughing their asses off. "The kid knows aikido! Aahahahaha, he got you good!" said the men.

"Oh that's hilarious." they said as I pointed now two guns at them, one fake and one real.

They still laughed.

"Oh kid, you did very well so far, but we all know you won't leave this place alive." he said, I narrowed my eyes and pulled the trigger, hitting him on the hand, I might've spent a bit more than one would normally on the shooting range.

I immediately took aim at the others and shot, slowly disarming them by shooting them on the hand. "Fuck!" I heard them yell out, they didn't have time to even shoot, it honestly felt like I was a badass dude with aimbot in real life. You don't fuck with someone who became a associate with the owner of the shooting range – specially not when that person got to be the associate for spending months worth of hours in the shooting range.

"What the fuck?! He disarmed us all!" yelled one of the men as I tossed the gun away and aimed with my replica.

" He disarmed 12 of us with one gun?! What the fuck!?" yelled one of the men. I slowly backed away, my goal was to run the fuck away. I turned around and started running away. I ran as fast as I could – which granted, isn't that fast... I still ran as fast as I could.

After a few seconds of running – my stamina is also not the best – I turned to an alley and stopped for a little bit of air.

"You're fucking stupid if you think you can hide in alleys." I turned around wide eyed as I saw twelve men point their guns at me.

"..." I couldn't even talk. 'I am so fucked, I am so fucked IamsofuckedIamsofucked.' I thought as I heard gunshots.

I didn't even have time to feel the pain of all the shots, they all unloaded bullets on me. I fell down on the ground and looked at them.

"Like I said kiddo, you've got the shittiest luck I've ever seen.... ever." he said laughing and turning away.

'If I'm dying, I'm fucking you over too.' I thought drawing on the ground the symbol of their car and their license plate with my blood before flopping away from the drawing so my blood didn't fuck it up.

'I hope you all get a life sentence' I thought slowly closing my eyes. I backed out.

I felt a cold breeze brush on my skin, it was weirdly cold... and not the chilly cold, I'm talking the freezing cold that makes you shiver and want a hot chocolate. "Weird... it shouldn't be cold – it's mid summer" I opened my eyes and then sat myself up.

"Wait what?!" I yelled looking around. I was in a holding cell, 'Didn't I die?' I thought, looking around.

"Oi! Shut the fuck up!" someone hit the metallic bars of the cell. I winced from the sudden high pitch sound and then walked to the bars, I looked outside and saw just a regular holding cell.

"Hey, Bob, who's the new guy?" asked one of the men outside, they were dressed like sci-fi policemen who were ripped off of robo-cop, in other words not that good.

"This guy was caught passed out with a gun in hand," said the weird cop outside the holding cell I was in, "Well, any priors or something?" asked the other cop, "That's the weird thing dude, he has no data on him, no birth certificate, and definitely no weapon certificate."

The robo-cops talked to each other. I instead tried to figure out what the hell they were talking about, "Hey! You!" they yelled, I looked at the cell and saw no one else – so I looked towards the robo-cops.

"We can't find you in Atlan records, where are you from?" asked the man, I narrowed my eyes and tried to remember any country by the name of "Atlas" I was never the best when it came to Geography so I didn't really know where Atlas was.

"I'm from... well I'm from..." I tried to search in my head, but every time I grasped where I came from it seemed to disappear.

I grabbed my head and grunted, the more I thought about it the more it hurt.

"Alright..." I heard the cops say as I tried to let go of the question in my head, although it bugged me, I couldn't really grasp where I was from and that annoyed the hell out of me.

"Right, what is your name?" one of the cops asked me, I looked at them "Y/n, Y/n Kurusu" I answered, making the men in-front of me nod. He turned around and wrote down something on a small piece of paper.

"Unfortunately for you the judge won't be here until tomorrow – so you'll have to sleep here tonight." I nodded and looked around, I sat down on the small bed.

"What were you doing sleeping in an alleyway with a gun?" asked the man, making me sigh – that much I could remember, I was shot wasn't I?

"I..." I said looking at the police officer, "I can't remember" I lied. I looked at my hands and sighed before going to sleep.

The next morning everything went as normal... NOT.

I did take a bath, then brush my teeth with one of the brushes supplied by the officer before changing my clothes and going to court – the judge arrived at night while I was sleeping.

I entered the court room and looked at the Judge in the eyes, he had an indifferent look on his eyes. The judge was an overweight man with a pink coloring to his fair skin, he had no hair on his head and was wearing judge clothes. He had green eyes and eyebrows white in color.

I sat down and listened the prosecutor say all his complaints about me. I looked at my lawyer, he was provided to me by the country, since I don't have a lawyer and all... specially since I'm underage.

It was time to defend myself, and I didn't really listen too much, I stared at the person sitting on the Judge's seat, he had his eyes narrowed at me with a small smirk on his face. He irked me a little, like he was provoking me or something.

"I've decided" the judge took his wooden hammer and banged it against the table, everyone stopped talking and stared at him.

"How old you are you boy? You don't look a day over 15." said the man, making me nod my head, "I am 15" I told him, making the man nod.

"I sentence you to two years in probation" The judge declared his sentence, I narrowed my eyes. This made no sense, why so much of a punishment?

I had a gun, shouldn't it be a fine and that's it? He is giving me probation for so long for what reason? Honestly I don't understand the meaning behind this judge's decision. I didn't say anything though, I didn't want to be punished for insulting the judge.

"As for where you will serve this probation, Y/n Kurusu doesn't seem to have any relatives, is anyone here willing to take him in?" asked the Judge, making me look around.

"No? I shall ask families we have in our probation lists then." said the Judge leaving the court room. I don't exactly know how probation works, but I am sure that this is not normal.