Mark of the destiny

"Who are you, people? Why have you brought me here? Someone answer me....."

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It's been a few hours, but the clangor of heavy metal chains had been non-stop. The man bound to them struggled, pulled the chains, and hit them on the floor with his all might to break free himself. All he heard in response was this sound, helplessly coaxing his heart by it.

Last night a mysterious man stopped his car near him and asked for an address. He was barely assisting him with the direction with a good intention when something sharp pierced his neck and he lost his consciousness.

Upon regaining his consciousness, he found himself at this place that had an awful stench of disinfectants. A few hours ago a scary man with fuzzy hair came and asked him weird questions about murdering a child five years back.

Murder?

He had never killed a rat, how can he murder a child!?