1 PROLOGUE

Prologue:

Third Person's POV

"I'm sorry if we have to disturb you on such a regrettable day. Condolence for your lost," I remained silent when my long-forgone father's personal butler spoke

I didn't cry and I didn't regret anything. For all it's worth, I'm glad it all ended up like this.

My grandmother died in the age of 89. "It's a lucky number and the perfect year to die happily with my memories with you, my dear", she said to me back when she celebrated her birthday.

My mom left me to my grandmother when I was still 7 years old. I lived with my widowed grandmother in a run-down house in the east-side of the 12th District, while she married some rich guy in the Imperial City.

But she took me when I was 10. I didn't know what happened and what she did to me in those 3 years. When she died, I was sent back to my grandmother's house, I had no memories of my past, I had no feelings to show, I was expressionless in a very young age.

My dad? They only told me that he was long gone.

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But I knew who he was..

My mom brought me to him.

"There's an inheritance waiting for you," the butler added so out of frustration I looked at him

He has always been close to me. And now he wants me back.

I had a knack for fighting and talent in observations. I'm now 10 years old. I have a very unpleasant personality, I don't have any friends and I buried my grandmother alone.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," I answered as I took out my dagger

I know I can't fight them, but I need to try. I don't want to go back. I don't want to go back there.