"Gugh!"

  Deep inside a forest that was being overshadowed by the massive pine trees, blanketed over the darkness of the night, a horid scene was unfolding.

  Three men wearing black attire were surrounding a young man, around 16 years of age, and were ruthlessly beating the poor man to the point where his face was unrecognizable.

  He would scream in pain, and reach out to call for help, but under the merciless thrashing of the undistinguishable men, he was never given the chance to even speak.

  "Tsk, hurry it up." One of the black-suited men started, "The young boss told us to leave quick before anyone finds out."

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  Giving the beaten up young man a last few rounds of punches and kicks to the stomach, the others eventually stopped, breathing heavily because of the work they've all done.

  "Hehe, you shouldn't have gotten close to the young boss' lady, trash." Giving off a cold smirk, the three men left and the young man laid there, bruised and the brink of death.

  He was shaking, not just because of the chilling wind of the night breeze that swept in the isolated forest, but because of his hatred. His hatred of how much of a weakling he was, how much of a failure he was, where everything he does never goes right.

  Why was he born in this world? Did he deserve to live this cruel life?

  Shedding his last tear, the weak young man laid there, not moving even a single inch, the life in his eyes fading as he transcended to the afterlife with a bitter taste...