Prologue
Prologue
He was in a boxing ring, which was illuminated by only one lighted bulb; not too bright and not too dim, barely enough to drive away the looming darkness. There was nothing at first, only the pervading gloom brought on by the darkness.
Suddenly, the blow came; rather unanticipated; it was surely from his father. He felt the pain shoot and course through his body like wildfire; the punch had been heavy, brutal and well-connected. The pain was raw and excruciating, he was most certainly not brimming to fight anymore, and all thoughts of retaliation had long vanished with the receding pain.
A man clad in an expensive suit moved towards him slowly, grabbed at his hand and proceeded to pick him up; he could barely see this man who seemed like a dull blur.
