[ Story contain explicit information of child trafficking, child abuse, illegal adolescent exploitation, child experimentation, and sexual assault. This story may not be fitted for certain readers. If not want to be exposed to subjects regarding this topic, do not continue. ] [ Additionally, what occurred in story is not based not related to a real-life experience. Story is pure imagination, do not to be taken literally. ] ---------------O--------------- Baek Minwoo was nine-years-old when he was sell to an experimentation institution specializing in producing antidotes, illegal substances/drugs and explosives by exploiting young adolescents. Minwoo's natural physical appearance attracted Iru Johan's preferences. Naive as he is presumed, Minwoo as the mere age of nine; fooled into believing that his mother with eventually come back and pick him up. Though, as the years progressed, nobody came besides the void that's slowly deteriorating him inside-out; the futile pursuit; the inability to escape the hellish establishment. But, as the darkness continues to devoured Minwoo's embodiment; he grows used to the idea of being exploited. It's hell. Even in the deepest depths of his wandering thoughts, broad reality of his fated existence, or the lies uttered to him - it's hell from his perspective. It's like when an angel is forever trapped in the darkness, it'll eventually grow used to the indefinite time and will one day, become one with the darkness they now sees as their world. Even when given a chance to escape, they wouldn't choose that decision because: even though they physically escaped, mentally, they're forever confined to the darkness they've merge themselves together. The agony, it's part of their identity and existence now. It's their world, without that agony; they don't have a certificate of their birth.