December 20th, 2023. Midnight.
This time, our story doesn't begin here. We will be seeing far back—14 years ago. To a forgotten and lonely road. A crying little girl. And the beginning of something no child should ever remember.
2009, in an unknown date.
The street lamp's pale light made the narrow street quiet. The road was completely empty.
The night, everything was completely silent.
A little girl stood there, crying.
She wore a dirty frock. Her tiny body shook as she cried and rubbed her eyes with her small hands. She was probably no older than two. No one was around. Not even her parents. Just cold air and loneliness.
Then something suddenly arrived. A black van pulled up. The door slid open without a sound. Three tall men stepped out. Black coats. Black boots. Their faces were hidden.
One of them bent down and sprayed something directly into the girl's face.
The girl's sobs stopped.
Her eyelids grew heavy.
Her body relaxed.
Then, with her mouth half open and her arms limp, she fell into a silent sleep.
After picking her up, they carefully loaded her into the van and departed into the night.
The world was different when the girl woke up.
In a bed, she lay. A strange bed, soft.
The ceiling above her glowed slightly—navy blue, with smooth lights along the edges. The walls too—navy blue, like the sky just before a storm.
She blinked and felt odd.
After looking at herself, she could clearly see a difference. Her old clothes were gone. Now, she wore a silky navy blue shirt and pajamas, soft to the touch.
But she didn't cry. She didn't scream. She just… stared.
Her mind, too young to remember anything clearly, had already begun erasing the past.
And what was left… was blank.
"Where... am I?"
Before she could process more, two nurses entered the room—both in matching navy uniforms. They looked calm, unreadable. One held her hand and led the way. She kept silent all the times.
The girl followed with her tiny feet were barely making a sound on the half cold shiny floor.
They walked through a long hallway. It was quiet—too quiet. She passed many doors, all shut. All coated in navy blue color.
Finally, they stopped in front of a huge room.
It was a massive hall. Empty. Just polished floors and bright LED lights overhead.
No windows. No color. Just more navy blue.
And children. Maybe twenty or more. Though she could still not count. All standing in rows, shoulder to shoulder. All wearing the same clothes. Some looked her age. Some were a little older. Boys. Girls. All of them were quiet.
She hesitated.
Then—a voice from behind.
"Take your positions. Everything will be explained."
She turned her head.
Then—one of the boys stepped slightly to the side, creating a small gap in the line. He had kind eyes. The shorter boy next to him pointed at the gap with his thumb, without a word.
The girl walked over and stood between them.
A man stood there, tall and stiff. A full navy blue suit. Even his cap was navy.
His voice was deep. Cold.
"From now on, this is your world. This is your life. We are your mentors. You are each other's siblings."
"You have no names. No past. No families. You are not from the outside. Your life begins here."
The room went cold.
The girl felt her legs shake.
A few kids began crying. One even screamed. But nobody moved.
That man—the mentor—stepped forward.
"Your identities will be assigned now. From this moment, you are no longer who you were."
He took a clipboard from one of the nurses and began calling names—not real names. Greek letters.
He started naming each kid one by one and the named kid left the line and went to a nurse. Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta,...
One by one, the children were tagged.
The girl—her name was gone.
From that moment, she was Delta.
They were led back to their "rooms". Not bedrooms—cells.
Each one was small. A bed, a drawer, a chair all sealed by four walls.
Delta started searching in her room hoping to find a toy to play with or something. When she opened the drawer, there was a chess board and a shogi set. She quickly closed the drawer pretending to not see anything.
She discovered a trunk hidden under her bed. She grabbed it out and opened it. Rubix cubes were filled. Different types. 3 by 3, 4 by 4, 5 by 5, mirror cube etc. Seeing these made her head twist as these were beyond her understanding.
Delta sat on her bed and stared at the door.
"Who am I?"
"Why am I here?"
"Where are my... parents?"
The next day, their daily schedule began.
There was no sun in this place.
No windows.
But at 6 O'clock, alarms started ringing.
Delta and the others got up.
Every one of them went to the washroom line by line. They washed their faces and brushed.
All under the watch of the mentors, who stood in every hallway.
They were led to a gym. Children were taught to stretch. To breathe. To move.
Most of them stumbled, confused.
Only a few followed correctly.
Delta wasn't one of them.
Then came classes.
English, Math, Science, History, Geography, e.t.c.
Slide after slide. Lecture after lecture.
Most of it flew over Delta's head. Her little mind was not ready.
But she tried to listen and understand. She had to as they were introduced with the concept of exams which will be held in the future.
During a short break, Delta saw the two boys again. The ones from her row.
The shorter boy was sitting on the hallway floor, trying to solve a puzzle cube. He probably got it from under his bed.
The taller one was standing against the wall, observing everything like he owned the place and some kind of mastermind.
She walked up to them.
"Hey…" she whispered. "What name did you get?"
The shorter boy looked up.
"My name is Zeta," he said.
The taller boy replied with a slight smirk.
"I got Omega. The last letter."
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