Season 1 • Agony at the Entrance (12 Episodes)
Hello to all you pathetic beings reading this. If you think this is one of those cliché series where a hero fights villains or where the protagonist is always a "good guy," let me tell you right now: you’re in the wrong place. İ'm Ali Berk, and this is my chaotic, agony-filled, and tragi-comic story. Let’s see what I’ve been up to.
If you think this story starts with the birth of a holy hero or a symbol of kindness that will echo through history, close the book and go read something else...
Aha! So you’re still here. I didn’t expect you to be that curious about my story. Well then, we have to start somewhere:
July 31 2000
Before I could even open my eyes to the world, I found myself crying in the corner of a dumpster. I bet you cruel people are thinking, "Oh, I bet the stray cats and dogs had a real feast with you." But the story doesn’t go quite how you'd expect. The sky split in two, and an angel—shaped like a skeleton in a black robe—descended. Pitying me (even though I didn't even know what life was yet), it granted me immortality and vanished.
In that moment, a couple witnessing the whole event found me and adopted me. My mother’s name was Leyla, and my father’s name was Ayhan. My mother was compassionate and kind-hearted; my father was strong, the kind of man who gets what he goes after. Now, if you think everything was sunshine and rainbows from there, I suggest you close the book again...
Man! You guys are stubborn. Fine, let’s continue. Even though my family was kind and loving, you should know that kindness is always blind. In short: we were poor. But despite being broke, my parents managed to give me a proper and beautiful childhood. Whether it was buying me a toy only to sell it the next day, watching cartoons through the windows of electronics stores, or sneaking into shows—I had plenty of happy childhood memories.
But, however, nevertheless... if everything had stayed on track, why would this series be about my miserable, pathetic life, right? Anyway, things spiraled out of control on my 10th birthday. Even when you're poor, you're still a family, and gifts are a tradition on special days. What kind of gift is most appropriate for a 10-year-old boy? Maybe a toy car? Maybe a wooden sword?
How about witnessing your entire family being riddled with bullets by firearms right in front of your eyes, and then being kidnapped? Sounds like a great gift for that age, doesn't it? Who am I kidding... forgetting that traumatic moment is impossible. It happened exactly as I described. When I finally opened my eyes, a couple was sitting on a throne made of blood-stained bullets. Before I could process what was happening, the man spoke in a deep, thick voice:
"Welcome, my dear little son... we missed you so, so, so much."
That’s when I realized. This couple was my real family. You already know the rest, but hearing it from their mouths... I honestly have no words for the biological family that threw me away like unwanted trash. And before I could even react, my "lovely" family handed me a giant bag and tossed me into a completely unknown universe. As soon as I landed, I could feel it—this place was different. Even my appearance had changed the moment I entered.
First Season Finale...
