Transfer

The Central Observation Home (COH) of the Juvenile Justice Board was a facility designed for children under the age of 18 who had committed crimes. It wasn't just a holding place—it was a last chance. Children sent there stayed until they turned 18, and during their time at the COH, they underwent evaluations, training, and therapy.

The facility had all the amenities necessary for self-rehabilitation: a supermarket, game parlors, a hospital, a school, and more. Life in the COH was structured to mirror the outside world while keeping the children under observation. Everything there revolved around one goal: rehabilitation.

A child's time there depended heavily on their progress. They were required to pass several assessments and demonstrate significant improvement before receiving a certificate declaring them ready to reintegrate into society. However, the clock was always ticking. For those who failed to adapt or show progress, the COH often became a stepping stone to a far grimmer reality—a transition to actual prison.

Hayla returned to the room where Avasyu was still sitting, weighed down by grief and uncertainty. She stood by the doorway for a moment, observing him before walking closer.

"You're going to be admitted to a place,"

she began, her tone calm yet firm.

"A nice but challenging place. It's called the Central Observation Home of the Juvenile Justice Board."

She paused, letting her words sink in.

"You killed those terrorists, Avasyu—ten of them. That's not something people can ignore, even if you did it to survive. Now you'll need to prove yourself there. You'll have two years to turn things around and show them you're ready to rejoin the outside world and enjoy your life again."

"There won't be any threats to your life,"

she continued, trying to reassure him.

"You'll have what you need to focus on yourself. That's my advice to you: take this opportunity, do your best… and, most importantly, don't kill anyone there."

She left that last remark lingering in the air, as if it were both a warning and a plea.

Avasyu looked up at her, feeling a strange mixture of guilt, fear, and anger, but also a small flicker of determination.

"What choice do I have now?"

After finishing her explanation, Hayla gave him one last look before leaving the room. Her words hung in the air, a heavy reminder of what lay ahead. He sat there silently, unable to shake the weight pressing on his chest.

The grief for his friends was etched deeply into his face. Their laughter, their stories, their moments of panic—they all haunted him now. He had finally found people who accepted him, who looked past his gray eyes, and yet, they were gone.

Avasyu knew he couldn't return to the village. The thought of stepping back into that place sent a shiver down his spine. To them, he would always be a curse, the "cursed eyes," the one who brought misfortune. Even now, they likely believed he was to blame for his friends' deaths, whispering that he was their murderer. The looks of suspicion, fear, and anger he had endured his whole life—they weren't something he wanted to face again.

Avasyu didn't belong there anymore. Perhaps he never did.

The night had passed—a long, difficult, and stressful night. Avasyu's thoughts refused to stop tormenting him, making sleep impossible. He felt trapped in his own mind, weighed down by the depressing thought that he might truly be a curse to those who got close to him.

Determined, he made a decision: he would never make friends again. He would never allow himself to grow close to anyone. Even if he felt sad, hurt, or jealous, he resolved to keep his emotions bottled up. He vowed to only speak when absolutely necessary—or if someone's life was at stake.

The encounter with those golden eyes had shattered him. He realized now how vulnerable he was to mind control. Although he had uncovered some information about the power of his own eyes, it only served as a painful reminder of their limitations.

The night faded into restless thoughts, and morning arrived with a heavy inevitability. It was the day Avasyu would be transferred.

They placed handcuffs on him, but their actions were careful, not rough or hostile. He was escorted to a dark blue vehicle, its roof adorned with red and blue lights—red on the right and blue on the left.

The police, clad in their khaki-colored uniforms, a pale earthy brown, had accompanied him only as far as the vehicle. The van waited, as Avasyu climbed inside.

Inside the van, there were no police officers. Instead, the occupants wore black suits paired with dark sunglasses, their attire strikingly uniform. Even the driver matched their appearance. They weren't ordinary law enforcement or police—they were from the Observation Home.

The seriousness etched on their faces and their sharp, alert demeanor left no doubt. These were highly skilled officers, each trained to handle situations with precision and caution.

The van began moving, its destination clear—the Central Observation Home of the Juvenile Justice Board.

Before stepping into the vehicle, Avasyu had signed a document. It detailed everything about him—his condition, the events leading to it, the number of people he had killed, and the reasons behind his actions. As he read through the paper, he discovered that Hayla had recommended him for rehabilitation.

And The place she had chosen was none other than the Central Observation Home under the Juvenile Justice Board—a facility renowned for its efforts to reform troubled youth like him.

As the van made its way through the city, Avasyu found himself mesmerized by the scenes unfolding around him. The city was breathtakingly beautiful and vibrant, almost as if he had been transported into a living painting.

For a brief moment, captivated by the colorful sights, Avasyu forgot the pain in his heart—the reason for his unhappiness. In those fleeting moments, the weight of his sorrow lifted, allowing him a small reprieve from the darkness within.

As the van continued its journey toward its destination, exhaustion began to creep over Avasyu. After a sleepless and restless night, his body now craved rest. Slowly, his eyelids grew heavier, and the hum of the moving vehicle lulled him into the beginnings of sleep.

After a two-hour journey, the van finally arrived at its destination. The moment the vehicle came to a halt, Avasyu's sleep was interrupted.

He woke up,with no dreams.