The Observation Home
Avasyu woke up to find no trace of a dream this time either. But he didn't dwell on it. His focus shifted to where he was,
The place where his future would be decided
—the Central Observation Home (COH).
As Avasyu stepped out of the van, he found himself standing before an imposing wall that surrounded a colossal structure.
The massive building was situated outside the city, perched atop a modest mountain which height is approximately 500 meters.
The area enclosed within the walls was vast, stretching far beyond what Avasyu could see, its size emphasizing the significance of the place.
In front of him stood a massive door, constructed from a material seemingly impossible to breach.
While most information about the facility was carefully hidden from the world, there were certain details they intentionally allowed to be known—perhaps as a warning or a statement of power.
The place wasn't merely a rehabilitation center. It was a development base for building character. The facility didn't just aim to reform troubled children—it sought to transform them into individuals who could contribute meaningfully to their country and the world.
This building was designed to be impenetrable, safe from both outside and inside attacks. Those within its walls faced no danger, only opportunities for growth.
The facility existed to improve the lives of the children it housed. It made them smarter, stronger, and better in every way. Equipped with all the necessities and more, it provided everything one could need to thrive.
This was no ordinary rehabilitation center or observation home. It was a facility where underage criminals from across the entire country were sent. Yet, the atmosphere here was unlike that of a typical rehabilitation center—it felt different, almost unrecognizable for what it was supposed to be.
As Avasyu stepped inside the building, the atmosphere took him completely by surprise. It was nothing like he had imagined. This wasn't a prison—it had never been one, even from the start. Instead, it felt like he was entering one of the nation's top academies, a place brimming with potential and prestige.
Avasyu was overwhelmed, a wave of nervousness washing over him. It was only natural—he could never have imagined himself in a situation like this.
As he entered the center, the staff photographed him and assigned his room. However, this was far from an ordinary case. This was different. Avasyu wasn't just any prisoner, he was the gray-eyed boy, the one who had taken ten lives.
After waiting for fifteen minutes, Avasyu was escorted to his room. When he entered, he found it empty, with no signs of anyone else who would be sharing the space. For a brief moment, he felt a sense of relief, the solitude offering him a small measure of comfort.
Avasyu decided to rest, unaware of the future that lay ahead of him. He lay on the bed, his mind swirling with questions.
Why did he feel so swallowed up? Was it the weight of his dreams, the constant stress, or perhaps a combination of both? He couldn't say for sure.
The next day arrived.
Avasyu had slept through the entire night. He didn't feel hungry, nor did he feel the need to drink water.
The room he was assigned to was spacious, with a soft bed and plush pillows. It didn't resemble a prison cell at all. In fact, it felt like he was truly inside a prestigious academy.
The guard ,that was assigned to him woke him up by repeatedly knocking on the door for the gathering of all children.
Every morning, it was necessary to gather all the children in the open-air atrium.
When Avasyu woke up, he freshened up before heading to the atrium. The atrium was enormous, accommodating nearly 800 children, all between the ages of 16 and 18.
The purpose of the gathering was a daily reminder that this was not an academy, but a place for self-improvement.
The children were here to better themselves and become good, valuable members of society by the age of 18.
They were not sent here for committing severe crimes, but because the country's law believed they deserved a chance to reform and return to the right path.
From this day forward, everyone was urged to focus on one goal,
becoming the best version of themselves.
This was the rough summary of what the Chief of COH had just spoken.
He was an old man in his seventies, dressed in a white shirt and dhoti.His eyes were golden.His voice was deep yet aged, carrying the weight of experience and sound judgment.
It felt as though he knew each child's misdeeds yet still believed they could change—because, in his view, there was no other choice.
Who could say for sure who was capable of change and who wasn't? But the gaze in his eyes seemed to know who might change or who might not.
The old man exuded kindness, yet his presence was undeniably commanding.
He further explained that there would always be a guard assigned to each individual, constantly keeping an eye on them.
Since everyone here was considered a criminal, the first step would be to administer punishment for their respective crimes.
For someone who has committed the crime of killing one person, the punishment involves spending an entire month in solitude within their room.
They will not be allowed to experience anything outside their designated space.
Groceries and other supplies will be limited, and food will be provided only twice a day. Their daily schedule will require them to sleep at midnight and wake up at 6 a.m.
The more severe their crimes, the harsher their punishments will be.
After their punishment is over, they will finally be allowed to interact with others. However, until that time, even their assigned guards will not be permitted to speak to them.
They will not be allowed to interact with anyone until their punishment period is complete.
After explaining this, he informed everyone that once the meeting in the atrium was over, their respective guards would hand them a written notice detailing their punishment.
Everyone was required to complete their punishment period.
Otherwise, the prison awaiting them was far harsher than this facility.
He couldn't provide any further explanation, leaving everyone confused about what to do next.
With that, the meeting concluded, leaving everyone anxious and fearful of the punishments awaiting them.
Everyone returned to their rooms, and their respective guards stood before them, holding the punishment notices in their hands.
When Avasyu took his notice, he discovered that his punishment was 10 months of solitude inside his room.
Having killed 10 people, his punishment was directly proportional,
10 months in isolation.
In his notice, another condition was stated,
he had to improve both his physical and mental health during the 10 months.
Afterward, he would face an exam to prove his readiness for the world ahead,
both mentally and physically.
And so, his punishment of solitude began that very day.