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Do you know what its like to be an experiment, a weapon, property of someone else? well I didn't until I was dragged into hell, but do I remember it? no I have been tortured and made into something different. no I patrol the cell corridors, but these are no ordinary cells, these are high security the worst of the worst are kept here, everyone in here is insane, psychotic, broken and evil. I thought everyone was the same until I saw him. I wish I could feel, I wish I had my own feelings but I don't, I was there top assassin but I was replaced but an elite group of people, they were the winter soldiers. only one still stands but he's locked in the basement, he's their asset. I used to cry near enough every night on my own in my cell, but now I don't because as the last tear fell, everything stopped and nothing mattered anymore apart from one thing. how do I escape? Quote!!! *"Sixteen years" I muttered. I looked down at my hands, how many people had I killed? who was I? who am I? what do I look like? what was my family like? who were my family? I needed answers and I was not going to find them here. time to set a mission on my own, time to become the person who I needed to be, the person buried deep inside. my fate was sealed and I was getting out of here death was in my way but I don't believe in inevitability. After all Fate is only a four letter word... An amazing person made this cover so please go and follow @TheInfinityOfMaybe
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