Prologue:

　　"Choose, do you want to die or live?"

　　In my young mind, I can not understand why he's asking me something like that. But still I can't help to tremble from so much fear, when I felt the cold metal hit my forehead. While the icy rain pour down on us making me shiver from so much cold. My thin clothes begin to cling on my small and skinny body. My stomach is growling from so much hunger.

　　My eyes filled with unshed tears as I look up at the man who towers in front of me, my heart beating painfully inside of my chest an fear is starting to creep inside of me. Until I'm starting to shiver. Still I'm thankful that I am still standing.

　　His face is covered by darkness, when the dark alley cast its shadow completely hiding his face away from me. He exactly looked like someone who will kill little boys like me.

　　"So what will you choose, boy?" His exclaimed with his low gruffy voice. Then he started patting my left cheek with the gun he's holding. I felt the stinging pain, making me yelp in pain but I muffle my voice completely afraid on what he might do to me. My lips tremble when I taste the metalic liquid that trickle down my lips, from where my cheeks have been cut.

　　I wanted to cry for help, but I know no one will come. For living in this wretched city ever since I was born, I'm aware that no one will come to save me.

　　'Am I gonna die like this, at ten years old?' A soft cry broke from me, and I can feel my senses starting clouded by hopelessness. I feel so hopeless.

　　"Hey no crying now boy, I still want to hear your answer?" The man in front of me grumble as he squat down on my level, looking directly in my eyes.

　　Watching him through my blurry eyes, I can see that he might aged around 40 or so, with sandy brown hair, and green eyes that's filled with emotions that I can't completely comprehend in my young mind.

　　"So what now kid, do you want to live or die. You decide?"

　　I quietly look at him, watching him seriously. Afterwards, I wipe my cheeks with the back of my hand, and I slowly composed myself. I steady my self and look at him seriously.

　　"I want to live."

　　The smile he gave me gave me goosebumps... Its full of wickedness I'm shivering from fear...

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