𝖉𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖗 🕯♠️: 𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖆 𝖓𝖚𝖓𝖈 𝖛𝖆𝖑𝖊

They had no names, no faces, no memories. They were orphans, trapped in a hellish lab. They were tortured, twisted, erased. One day they had only one thing to look forward to: the day they would turn 18 and be free.

They were taken to a secret laboratory, all of them were told that they would be released after a series of tests. But none of them had returned, they parted with a hopeful farewell.

They became the soulless thralls of their lords, the bondservants of doom.

They were the slaves of death.