THRONE Series 1 "HOPE" Fall To Jail
Opener + 01 Statement
Heart broken!!
I saw you doing something crazy...
You ruined everything!!.
Now I have nothing but pain!!
I love you!!
Very!!
To the point!!
Stupidity follows me because it keeps loving you!!
Weak right?!
But I still have hope! They made me their hope, because of that...
I'm not giving up.
Life is accompanied by crying, but not all crying is sad.
Gerald.
***
The beautiful and magnificent house now only remains a skeleton, charred on fire.
How scary a change can be, when something proud and in the puja disappears in memory, in just one night.
Laughter is echoing here and there, like nothing happened that night.
Mum.
Are they still human?
A liver?
In vain!
It's not in their chest!
So then!
I made a decision!
I'll take it all back!!
I'll make sure people feel the same pain, just wait.
Daniel.
***
Humans are weak creatures that are interdependent with each other. But some feel higher than others even though they are made of the same material, namely Soil.
Groseen Eros Vail's.
01 - REALITY
Night is the place where day disappears in place of the darkness full of stars. The round sun shines haughtily upon the earth moving to another part of the earth, then the moon sets it up to rule the night sky with its dim light, enough light to shine on itself alone.
WARD, HARNZOV.
The city is very crowded with people, either who want to go home after almost a day of work, or just a walk. The sparkling night is very charming, high buildings and eating places are scattered on the side of the road, as if adding to the desire of people to linger there.
Happy, happy, amazed, and stunned faces are everywhere, but in so many faces without problems life is scattered, veiled also the face of people whose lives are sad. They did not enjoy the beauty of this city. In big cities like QOINZE, there are many vagabonds that are not clearly visible. They have their own reasons for living like this. They sleep in places and eat when there is food. Some people who pass by them feel sympathy, pity, but do nothing. JUST WATCH.
A teenage boy was in the middle of the crowd walking at a rather fast pace, he stared straight ahead without regard to the circumstances around. His face is handsome, his eyes are cute and his hair is a little curly and in each strand of his hair is combined black and purple, then his skin is as white as milk. He was heading somewhere, his steps were not stopped even though occasionally his shoulders collided with someone else's shoulders, he was rather hasty. Even though he disturbed other pedestrians, in terms of the attitude of the QOINZE community which was influenced by individuals and only took care of themselves, it was natural that no one protested against him, they don't care much about the trivial. And because of that habit also many of them are unaware of the presence of sad people around them.
The teenager wore a black jacket, gray shoes and a white shirt. He arrived at his destination, under a large bridge, a bridge connecting QOINZE City with the elite housing of the nobles in his cross country. Down there it is quite dark indeed but the surrounding lighting gives a little dim light.
"Tomorrow I can't do anything"
He spoke alone, there was no one but him there. His eyes stared at the calm water with the reflection of moonlight on it, the light made the color of the water become sparkling small, beautiful.
"Help me, we can work together, right?" he said softly at the hollow scene in front of him.
Only the sound of wind was accompanying him.
"You do your job and I do mine"
He was talking to himself, but he kept talking.
***
Life is unfair, sometimes justice does exist, but a moment passes away like the wind that just blows through. After discussing the abandoned homeless, we will be brought to a life where life is like heaven, Rich Man.
Hotel
Time for those who spend money seems to pass very quickly. How not, their stomachs are full for a moment, while the homeless take pains to face the night with hunger, to make their brains tired and feel that time is running very slow.
Comfortable rooms, soft mattresses and warm blankets are a dream for them, but it is a reality for the Rich.
Every hotel room was filled with the Rich, the sound of haughty laughter and the swaggering jokes of night thrashing in every room boking the elite. And in most people who are staying this night, there was one of the rooms filled by a neatly dressed young man in a dark blue suit covered in black robes and his head crowned with an Old 80s-style hat, but there was something strange about his face, his face, yes his face is covered by something, Mask!.
He stared at the screen of his laptop located on the table, his fingers neatly on the keyboard as if ready to type write something.
"Kinkabeke.... Fun" he said in a strange voice, like a voice strained to make it more creepy.
He accesses the Red_Dark link, the link that takes a person into a terrible room, a room that is not worthy of normal humans to see. To access the link can only be done by certain people, such as hakker or a kind of expert about the computer maybe?.
This means that to be able to enter there must pass through a complicated path like a labyrinth, but for him it is easy because on the screen it is written
As he played the keyboard, there were videos floating on the screen, full of disgusting things related to blood, screaming, torture, and so on, and the way to satisfy the lust that runs down the veins of every person with a mental disorder, psychopath, is all there.
In addition, there are toturial videos on how to kill without having to be caught. I don't know what this man means, but he doesn't seem to be a normal human being.
"It's so fun, to.. To.. To.. To.. "
"Do I have to try it for new content?"
Say it with naughty ruckus.
The odd thing about him was wearing a mask.
Why is he wearing a mask? Isn't the mask he wears jack the ripper? Who knows the face of the legendary killer? No one knows! But anyone who saw the engraving of the mask, would have thought the same thing.
Jack the Ripper! Who doesn't know that sadistic and mysterious killer, everyone knows, he's very famous. Many discussed in various media in the world until now, some even believe he is still alive, silly indeed, well there must be a killer fan in this rotten world. Jack the Ripper is a pro killer, I don't need to explain about the killer's history, the point is the typical Killing him his victims are mostly women, he pulled out the body contents, tore it apart, skinned the face of his victims, disappeared in the darkness and he also confessed to a doctor?.
He's the most feared killer of his time, terrible.
Strangely enough, in the past there was no tool as sophisticated as now capable of identifying criminals, so why did the hotel not intercept him at the check-in desk?
The only logical assumption is, maybe before entering the hotel he did not use anything like a normal visitor.
***
Turning to the place where the bums are, they
cover yourself with cardboard and newspaper so as not to feel cold through a long night. A grandfather is seen neatly preparing to sleep under the roof of the train station. He placed a piece of paper containing the writing beside him. Then closed his eyes with a sincere smile, as if this was the hallmark that he would be gone forever from this world.
Not long after, the man in the black jacket walked through the street where the homeless usually slept. I don't know what he meant, he stared at the street with very dear eyes. When he came across where the homeless were trying to sleep, he stopped his steps right in front of the grandparents who left behind the piece of paper. As if already knew this was happening the man without making a sound bow to pick up the paper beside the grandfather, and read the writing.
Without any expression, he continued on his way.
The content of the writing is...
(i'm very happy to be able to spend time here with a lot of good people, and it's time I went ).
***
The man carrying the paper stopped in front of the police station. He looked as if he hated to approach the office.
He grabbed the paper with the last message and walked in forcedly to approach the police station. He saw a policeman coming out of the office to smoke, the timing was right, without further ado he handed the paper to the police.
The policeman scrunched his brows in confusion, but still received the paper from the man.
"Ohh.. All right, thanks young man"
The police said after reading the contents, a police-style smile was clearly visible on his face. Every now and then he threw cigarette smoke in his mouth clouding the man's mood.
"Where did he die?" Ask Police.
"On the south side of the road" he answered coldly
"Stasisun you mean?" The police made sure.
"Hem" Sahutya.
The police are mangosteen. He came back to smoke and threw his smoke away next to the man.
"You're very kind to look at them, every day we have to control the situation there so that there are no decomposing bodies, usually they die of hunger, undetected like criminals only"
Cetus the policeman chuckled.
The man put on a colder face after hearing the police taunts the homeless, indirectly he degrades the lives of others. The police officer was aware of his unfavorable remarks.
"Ekhem... (His Deham) Oh yes! What's your name?" The police tried to melt the atmosphere.
"For what?" Cold reply.
The policeman was a little surprised by the man's reply, but he tried to be friendly. He tried to laugh although it was a bit awkward to respond to him.
"Yeah.. This is for a representative sign only on the body" the police said.
"Oh, I don't think that's necessary"
It's cold again.
The policeman kept a friendly face despite being irritated.
"Well, that's the case, but recently you needed a name for the report, so what's your name?" obviously the policeman was in an irritated tone.
"Gerald"
The answer...
The wind that night, it felt colder than the night before, and the cold gaze of the black-jacketed man added to the darkness of the night right before the police eyes after he heard the boy's name mentioned.
GERALD!
****scary stories will start with the two of them as the main characters.**
- Gerald the boy who watches the homeless
- With the young boy wearing the mask and accessories of Jack The Ripper??!.
The difference between the two worlds that had occurred long before this modern era occurred, and it is possible that this era is better than the ancient times, the times where depravity was rampant, he said, treat humans arbitrarily because there is no HAM.
they will both meet each other with their own goals. Gerald upholds his principles while the man with the Jack The Ripper mask??! satisfying his wild lust**.
With cold eyes as cold as snow, Gerald walked away from the policeman and disappeared into the darkness. He also left a terrible impression with his gaze on the policeman and a myriad of questions in his mind.
Perhaps no human being does anything for a stranger, sincerely.
Gerald.
