Prologue: The Fall Into Darkness

Renzo sat on the edge of the cold, cracked stone, his legs dangling over the abyss. The moonlight cast an eerie glow across the desolate landscape before him, a stark contrast to the storm raging inside his mind. His breathing was shallow, each exhale heavy with the weight of years spent in a world that never felt like his own.

His hands trembled—not from the night's chill, but from the crushing despair that had eaten away at him for as long as he could remember. He was tired. Tired of the endless pain, the hollow existence, the relentless echoes of a home that had never felt like one.

"You're worthless."

The words sliced through his thoughts, his father's voice as sharp and cruel as ever. It had never faded, never left him—not even in the silence. The abuse, the neglect, the loneliness… it was all his fault. He had been a burden since the moment he was born. A mistake. A failure.

His mind drifted to his Life Experience, to the shattered promises and the broken man he had become. His father had beaten him into submission. His mother had wept at his feet. But neither had ever been there when he truly needed them. Drowning in their own misery, they had let him sink alongside them.

"Is this all I'll ever be?" he whispered, his voice barely audible over the wind.

Tears burned his eyes, though he couldn't remember the last time he had allowed himself to cry. He had stopped feeling a long time ago. Now, he was just an empty shell—a vessel for all the bitterness that had festered within him. Nothing mattered anymore. Not his past. Not his future. Not even the present, which clawed at him with merciless hands.

What was the point of living in a world that had never wanted him?

He had tried. He had endured. But every step forward only led deeper into the abyss. The people he met only ever used him, abandoned him, or crushed him beneath their weight. He had no place. No purpose.

"I should have never been born."

The wind howled around him, but he no longer felt it. His fingers curled around the ledge, knuckles white. His legs hung over the edge, weightless. There was no fear left in him. Only resignation.

The voices in his head swelled into a deafening chorus. You're nothing. You'll never be enough. His father's twisted expression loomed in his mind. His mother's tear-streaked face followed—grief-stricken, but never for him.

This wasn't a choice. It was the only escape. There was no salvation, no redemption. He wasn't worth saving. The darkness had already consumed him. Now, he would simply surrender to it.

Renzo closed his eyes, exhaling a trembling breath.

And then…

He Step Forward Falling In To The Abyss.

The wind roared in his ears. The world blurred into a rush of dark shapes and cold air.

For the first time in years, he felt… nothing.

Then—silence.

The pain, the heartache, the torment… all of it vanished in an instant. His body crumpled into the void, lifeless. And for the first time, he was free.

The darkness swallowed him whole.

And then…

Something shifted.

It wasn't an awakening—not at first. There was no bright light, no divine voice calling him back. Just nothing. A cold, empty void, far from the world he had known. His memories drifted like smoke, scattering into the abyss.

Time lost all meaning.

Rebirth

Renzo didn't know how long it lasted. The absence of everything was suffocating, yet strangely peaceful. There was no pain. No regret. No sense of self. Just the void.

And then, suddenly—something changed.

A force pulled at him, dragging him from the abyss. It was heavy, suffocating, pressing against him from all sides. His mind, once empty, stirred through the thick fog of oblivion.

What…?

A sensation—warm, soft, foreign. He could feel something. A pressure. A constraint.

His body? No… not quite.

His tiny hands twitched. His legs kicked weakly. His chest rose and fell in shallow breaths.

Slowly, the world around him began to take shape. A dim candle flickered nearby. The soft murmur of voices, distant and unfamiliar, filled the air. He could hear breathing—steady, rhythmic.

Nothing made sense.

Renzo blinked, but his eyes no longer felt like his own. The world was… different. His body was different. He wasn't in that dark, lonely place anymore.

A cry escaped his lips—high, thin, desperate.

He flinched at the sound. Was that… me?

His tiny hands clenched into fists, grasping at the impossible truth.

I died.

And now…

He was alive again.

A second chance. A new beginning.

But as the weight of his rebirth settled in, one thought burned brighter than the rest.

The past was gone. His old life was over.

And whatever came next…

He would face it alone.