The boy is only 5, and he’s confused when he encounters a raven pecking at what is now left of a stray kitten. This is the first time the boy has witnessed the end of a creature. Pretty cruel, the storyteller should admit, but enlightening.
For now, the tiny heart of our main character cannot understand the concept of death. A short experience yet a big imagination leads to the common conclusion that the strongest gets the weakest, even if the weakest is carnivorous. Thus, the boy believes that the same logic applies to people. So, maybe that’s how the First rule appeared.
Rule #1. Everyone born in this world is granted one k1ll sh0t. You can use it or leave it be.
The only fun you can have when everything around you is black and white, like a cheap newspaper—thin, smells of iron, and quite filthy. The only sound you can hear when every other sound around you is more like a spank of wet paper.
Rule #2. You can only k1ll people. No punishment will proceed.
Deadly roulette that actually makes you feel.
The boy is 14, and it’s his 3287th witnessing of the sh0t. The concept of death sticks hard, pushing life's value to the edge. But the boy is an ‘alien’, crawling under human skin; he’s seen too many sh0ts to imagine using his own. There shall be the one to break the rules, and he will be cold as steel in his endeavour to accomplish the mission.
Rule #3. On the day of your 16th birthday, you can make an exchange for an unlimited amount of sh0ts. One should get ready to sacrifice something very dear to obtain this opportunity.
Mom says she will be okay, but how can the boy believe her when there is so much blood? The First rule is very clear about the sh0t, and the history doesn’t hold the names of any survivors. The boy is crying; he runs after every man passing by and begging—spitting out his lungs. But every time he opens his mouth, the only sound it makes is just like a spank of wet paper.
No walls were tumbling down. Normally, people break and escape the deepest of their despair, scratching it to drink in what might arise. The boy seems alright, though. Yes, silent like a hunter, thinking over his next step twice—but alright. I’m fine, thanks for asking; don’t bother, really; it was the hardest, yet we all go through it, don't we?
The boy isn’t a boy anymore—the story must grow old. He is leaving the house; the grey light is brighter today than ever.
‘Will you come back before the party?’ asks a calm voice. ‘It’s your birthday, after all’.
The boy smiles, ‘Yeah, it won’t take long, I suppose’.
Rule #4. After the exchange, you have only 12 hours to use your unlimited sh0ts.
A very cold revolver burns fingers in the left pocket.
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