1 Chapter 1

Tristan drove into the busy road wearing his helmet and his motorcycle for delivering covered with the logo of his job.

He walked up to the porch and rang the doorbell.

"Delivery!" He shouted from outside the house.

A man opened the door and grabbed the food Tristan was holding, and tried to immediately close the door.

"Sir the payment please" Tristan said stopping the door from closing.

"Let go!" The man shouted.

Tristan smelled the odor of strong alcohol from the man's breath.

"Pay first please!" Tristan said as he tried to grab the box of pizza.

"You!"

The man fling the door open and punched Tristan straight at the face causing the boy to fall from the porch landing into the wet mud from below.

The door clicked shut as Tristan stood up his back muddy and his nose aching from the punch.

"Aah why am i so unlucky" He said as he held his aching nose. As soon as Tristan said this strong rumble was heard from the sky and it started raining.

Tristan frowned with thunder rumbling behind him as the rain started soaking him wet.

He stood up and headed to his motorcycle that was resting at the side of the road.

Just a few seconds later bad luck slapped him again on the face. When a fast car drove by causing his face to be covered with sewage water.

Tristan wiped his face covered with dirty water and started the motorcycle and started driving through the busy streets he was now tired of seeing from the past 3 years.

Tristan's was just 3 years old when his mother died and his father leaving him to a random house to be raised. His life didn't get that easier when raised into that household, he was not only used as a servant at the house but forced to work at the restaurant owned by his now 'family' It was all a mess for Tristan that the moment he started not getting good grades from school his 'family' stopped his education and forced him to do labor.

Tristan got back to the busy restaurant as he walked through the busy families enjoying the food as he got stares from his dirty appearance.

He walked through the crowd not paying attention and continued walking to the staff room that was now his house.

He opened the door revealing the ragged up bed at the side of the room and a tiny desk with a lamp and stacked up books in the brink of falling.

He took out a few clothes out of a wrinkly box next to the rolled up bed. He walked out of the room and headed to the bathroom.

He opened the empty bathroom and grabbed the empty bucket and opened the faucet of the sink and headed to one of the stalls.

He knelt down and positioned his head to the toilet and scooped up water from his hands and started washing his hair, next he pushed the sanitizer next to the toilet and used it as substitute shampoo. He took off his clothes and soaked the towel to clean his body.

Tristan walked out of the stall slightly wet because of the lack of a dry towel to dry him off, good thing his clothes already absorbed the water.

As soon as he walked out of the door he felt a knuckle hit his head. He looked up and saw his now 'father' glaring at him.

"You made a complete mess to the floor!" He shouted pointing his finger at Tristan.

"I didn't have a choice" Tristan said.

"You're not even appreciating we gave you! We gave you a place to sleep and this is what you do?! We didn't ask for much!" He shouted at Tristan.

"Im sorry i wont do it ever again" Tristan said.

"Get out of my site!" His 'father' shouted.

Tristan headed to the staff room and closed the door shut.

His 'father' was fuming with anger as his wife walked up to him.

"Honey, i told you we should just kick him out" his wife said to him as she rested her head on top of his chest.

"Should we?" Her husband replied in a soft tone.

Tristan slumped his back to the unrolled bed as he stared at the gray ceiling and slowly drifted to sleep.

Few hours later, Tristan was awoken by the sound of thunder. He hastily stood up and looked around when another thunder was heard and all the lights flickered shut.

Tristan stood up his arms sprawling around trying to find the door.

He opened the door and only followed his instincts to find the storeroom that had a flashlight.

He touched the top of the door trying to make out the word 'storeroom' from the sign.

When he was sure it was the storeroom. He opened the door and walked to the shelves.

When he got the flashlight he immediately opened it and was just about to head out when his eyes fell on to the mysterious door behind him.

He slowly walked to the door feeling the door with his hand.

"Where did this come from?" He said and grabbed hold of the door knob and slowly opened it and revealed different kinds of bright colors as soon as he opened it.

He was about to touch the bright light but heard the back door of the building opening.

"We should have gotten it tomorrow!" A voice said.

A few seconds Tristan realized it was the voice of his 'mother' "that suitcase is important!" His 'father' replied.

"Get it quick!"

The steps got closer and closer and Tristan was frozen there panicking.

The knob turned as Tristan stared straight at the door with light coming out underneath.

"Hm why is it open?"

"Perhaps it was Tristan?"

"Tristan?"

Tristan was frozen in place silent.

"Im sure it's him! I told you we should have kicked him out he might be stealing something!" His 'mother' shouted.

As soon as Tristan heard this he got out from his thoughts and looked around trying to find a place to hide.

The sound of the door creaking caused Tristan to just 'fuck it' and jumped into the door.

The door opened as the two looked around with a flashlight opened and looked side to side but saw no one. Including the door Tristan jumped into, it was now nowhere to be found.

Tristan slowly opened his eyes as he was laid down the floor and saw the white ceiling.

Tristan sat up and looked around surprisingly there were other people but everyone kept their distance. Tristan observed their faces and structure and noticed they must be close to his age 19.

Tristan walked around the white room and walked to a empty spot at the corner and sat down.

The first person Tristan noticed was a boy with black hair and black eyes who was wearing luxurious clothes as he sat down charismatically with his head resting on the wall.

Everyone looked rich just from the aura they're giving off while Tristan was there wearing wrinkled sweat pants and a black shirt while wearing cheap slippers that will rip any moment now and not to mention the cold room was unbearable.

It seemed like hours as all of them waited silently at the white room waiting for something to happen.

Suddenly smoke started coming out from the ceiling of the room. Everyone was on their feet waiting for someone to inhale the smoke and see what happens.

There was only one person who had insane bad luck in that room and that is none other than Tristan.

Everyone heard the slumping body of Tristan falling down from inhaling the smoke.

Tristan was on the brink of fainting and only had his eyes slightly open but that was enough to see something strange.

"Why is there fire coming out from his mouth?" Tristan whispered and his senses starting to drift away as he fell unconscious.