Ch. 001, Before Transmigration

Red hair and a name that means red, quite a bad naming sense on his deceased mother's part.

Rowan Amir was a wanted criminal that has killed at least 38 people. Always on the run, that was his life before he was finally caught. Although Rowan's life could be considered sad, he didn't see it that way. He quite enjoyed his life and didn't want to stop enjoying it.

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Next to a sign that read 'prison cell 26' was a haggard old man, wearing a black and blue uniform. He yawned, hand covering his mouth, and closed his eyes slightly. The sounds of laughter or crying, it was hard to tell, came from inside the cell that the man was guarding.

"I'm really going to die.. haha! It feels like just yesterday that that old hag's blood was on my hands. I guess this is what I should expect, but who knew she had a lover?" peering inside the window of the cell door, you could see a young man, looking no older than 16, muttering to himself while giggling. It would've been quite the cute scene if not for the fact that there were bleeding cuts all across his arms.

Puh puh

The loud sound of a fist slamming into metal rang out.

"Prisoner 216, it is time for your execution." a deep male voice boomed. Unlocking the door, what greeted the new arrival was the scene of a young man scratching his bleeding arms while muttering.

'He's off in his own world again.' the man responsible for the deep voice thought. Stopping the prisoner from hurting himself even more seemed to be a mistake, though. As soon as the guard touched him, the prisoner twisted his arm and a loud crack was heard. "Shit!" the older man cursed.

"Rowan, this is the second time you've hurt a guard, if it wasn't the day of your execution⎼ haah… nevermind." an exasperated voice came from behind the guard. It was the haggard old man that was falling asleep.

"Sorry, gramps! Who should I follow though?" Rowan asked, getting up from the floor.

"Follow me, and don't call me gramps, Rowan."

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Bright red hair stood out in the, seemingly endless, dark hallway. Hands cuffed behind his back, Rowan continued walking. And walking. Then some more walking.

"When're we going to get there, mr. guard?" He was fairly bored. The hallway had no windows, only doors to empty cells.

Silence. Only the soft pt pt of feet walking on stone could be heard. Well, that was until…

"We're here, Rowan." the old guard's soft but scratchy voice was not very pleasant.