Prologue

The warm rays of the sun shone through the window, illuminating the cozy living room where a motherly figure sat, her eyes fixed on the clock on the wall. Suddenly, she became alert as she heard her son's footsteps approaching.

"Don't be home late, okay?!" she said, giving her son a concerned look.

"I won't, Mom. I'll be heading to my friend's house, okay?" replied the boy, with a reassuring smile. The mother gave her son a quick kiss on the cheek, her heart filled with love and worry.

"Take care, okay?" she said, her voice trembling slightly.

She watched her child leaving the house, her eyes following him until he was out of sight, and then she waved her hand as the boy walked away, hoping that he would return home safely.

The young boy strolls along the street, basking in the gentle warmth of the sun's rays and taking in the crisp, fresh air that surrounds him. As he looks around, he marvels at the picturesque residential area that surrounds him, with neat houses standing shoulder to shoulder. The sweet melodies of birdsong fill the air, adding to the heavenly ambiance. The vibrant colors of blooming flowers are a feast for the eyes, and the occasional vehicle passing by adds to the lively bustle of the scene. It is truly a breathtaking sight to behold.

As the young boy strolled down the street, he stumbled upon an alleyway that made him feel uneasy. There was something ominous about it that sent shivers down his spine. Despite this feeling, he couldn't help but glance back at the alleyway, intrigued by the sense of unease it gave him. Most people would have walked away, but unfortunately, his curiosity got the better of him. As he stepped inside the alleyway, he felt the air grow colder and more dreadful with every step he took. Despite the ominous feeling, he couldn't help but be curious about what lay at the end of the alleyway.

The young boy's eyes widen in awe and fascination at the unexpected sighting. As he approaches the end of the alleyway, he spots an abandoned full-plated armor collecting dust and rust due to years of neglect. The armor's design is cold and dreadful, with its dark colors and menacing appearance portraying a sense of danger. The asymmetrical design makes it feel unbalanced, with the left shoulder guard heavier than the right, making one wonder about the person's feelings when wearing such a thing. The armor's surface is covered in dents and scratches, telling a story of a fierce battle fought long ago. The boy can't help but wonder about the warrior who once wore this armor and who they must have been fighting against.

The young boy's curious gaze fixates on the armor, running his fingers over the rough and cold texture of the chest plate in awe... "Woah,"

Suddenly, a loud -KRANK- echoes through the alleyway, breaking his reverie. Before he could make sense of what was happening, a suit of armor lunged forward and grabbed his wrist with a vice-like grip, startling the young boy.

"AAAAAAAA!!!!" He screams in horror

As the boy approached by the armor, he felt an inexplicable pull towards it. The upper body of the armor slowly opened, revealing a dark and foreboding interior. A cold aura emanated from the armor, sending shivers down his spine. The boy tried to resist, but the armor's power was too great. It forced him to wear it, as he struggled against its grip. He cried out for help, but his voice was drowned out by the sound of the armor sealing itself around him.

"HELP!!! SOMEBODY HELP!!!" He screamed as loud as he could, but nobody heard him.

As the young boy stood frozen in fear, the armor began to rearrange itself. Piece by piece, it molded and shifted until it covered every inch of his body, leaving him feeling trapped and helpless. He let out a piercing scream that echoed through the silence of the alleyway, tears streaming down his face. The boy's mind raced with confusion and terror, wondering how he could escape this nightmare. The boy undergoes an experience that is so horrific and gruesome that it is difficult to put into words. The sheer terror and pain that he endures are unlike anything that most people could ever imagine. The boy's Limbs are pulled and stretched like rubber, his skins feel like being forcibly ripped, and the boy's head to toe feels cramped and condensed. As the boy goes through an intense sensation, he feels his physical self being dismantled and reconstructed all at once. It's as if every fiber of his being is being disintegrated and then put back together again. The experience is both overwhelming and inexplicable, leaving the boy in a state of confusion.

"HELP!!!"

"AAAAAAAAAA!!" "ITS HURT!!!!" The boy screams in agony until-

"...…" silent. It's quiet, too quiet…

The violent torment that had been raging in the vicinity slowly began to dissipate, leaving behind an eerie stillness. As the tension released, the once menacing armor that had been standing tall and proud, began to sway and wobble like a frail old man struggling to keep his balance. With a loud crash, the armor finally succumbed to the weight of the torment and fell heavily to the ground. It lay there, motionless and lifeless, as if it had returned to its dormant state. The young boy, who had been standing there a moment ago, had vanished without a trace, leaving behind no evidence of his existence.

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