So the story begins at a place where we see a man walking through a prison-like place. The man had short, white, messy hair. He was wearing a long black coat, under which he had on a purplish shirt with golden lines, and a black pant. His shoes were a mix of dark brown and deep black shades. He walked slowly and eventually stopped in front of a cell where a woman was bound in many chains. Her body had numerous cuts and wounds, with fresh blood still dripping. In short, her condition was miserable. One of her eyes was missing, and half of her body was burned. Her long black hair was completely soaked in blood, and many parts of her clothes were torn.
Then, the woman looked at the man and said, "Nikolash, is it really you? What have you come here for now?"
The man smiled, grabbed the woman's hair, and laughed with an evil and lustful grin, saying, "Sofi, Sofi, Sofi... just look at your condition. Now there's no point in being scared. I've come, your dear student Nikolash. I'll get you out of here—just become my slave. Don't refuse. This chance for salvation won't come again. If you listen to me today, I'll fix everything, return your belongings, and set you free from this prison."
Then the woman spits on his face and says, "You shameless disciple. You only used your innocent teacher and when you couldn't fight me yourself, you set a trap and even poisoned me. And after that, you attacked when I was asleep. You are that coward who never had the courage to fight face-to-face—and never will."
Hearing this, the man becomes furious. He slaps the woman and kicks her, saying, "This world works like this. The one with power writes the rules, and the weak ones follow and die by them. Just know this—if you are in this place today, it's because of your weakness. You can't walk on your own, can't recognize opportunity, can't see your coming danger. And anyway, the war we were fighting was a real war—where there are no rules. Neither did I ever say that I would fight with honesty, nor did I promise that I wouldn't poison you. Just know this—only those who are willing to go to any extent for victory actually win and survive. This world is not for honest or pure-hearted people. Here, only those people benefit who…"
Then the man picks up a stick lying nearby and starts beating the woman until she either passes out or is in a condition where she can't even try to resist. Then the man, with an evil laugh, says, "You were so proud of your dignity, weren't you? Now look what I do."
After that, he drags the woman to a brothel-like place, throws her there, tears off all her clothes, and spreads them on the ground. He says, "Today, whoever wants to do anything with this woman can do so—no one will say anything."
Then the mob, seemingly mad, begins to do everything imaginable with that girl—acts so inhuman that even humanity would bow its head in shame. The woman tries to resist, but no one stops them. She remembers how she used to protect those very people in the past. Then she cries and says, "If I ever get life again, I will become clever. I won't die again."
After that, the woman gives one last scream and breathes her last—at the hands of the very people she once used to saveharsh