Chapter 1.1 : What Has He Returned As?
Rain poured heavily that night, drenching most of the vast metropolis known as Makazhar City. The sound of raindrops pounded against the hospital roof in a chaotic rhythm, as if nature itself was trying to hide a crime in progress. In a quiet hallway, a man in hospital scrubs moved swiftly. His face was hidden behind a surgical mask and cap. In his arms, he carried something wrapped in white cloth—a newborn baby boy, unaware that his life was about to be stolen before it even began.
In the delivery room, another newborn had just cried for the first time. The mother smiled with relief as a nurse brought her the baby—unaware that the child wasn’t her biological son. No one noticed the switch. Not the doctors. Not the family. It had all been planned.
A few hours later, in front of an old orphanage on the verge of collapse, the man stopped. He looked down at the baby in his arms—his eyes sharp but clouded with hesitation. His heart thundered. But an order was an order. In a faint whisper, he said,
"I’m sorry, little one... I’m just following orders," he murmured, his lips trembling—whether from the cold or from guilt, no one could tell. Tears streamed down his face, mixing with the rain soaking his body.
"But I can’t... I can’t kill you. Leaving you here... is my atonement. Don’t blame me."
Overcome by guilt, he gently placed the baby at the door, rang the bell, and disappeared into the shadows—swallowed by the mist and the distant wail of sirens.
Soon after, a middle-aged woman opened the door to find a crying baby shivering in the cold. She picked him up—the blanket was soaked, and a small piece of paper, smudged from the rain, was barely legible. On it, a single word: Al.
She looked around but found no one. Without a word, she brought the child inside.
And behind that door, a harsh life filled with secrets awaited the baby.
That night, no one knew...
That the abandoned child would one day become someone of unimaginable significance.
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