Replying...
Intro. At nineteen, no one should know what a bone sounds like when it breaks. He knew it from the age of seven. The government did not call him by his name. For them it was a resource, a variable in a classified report, a signature at the foot of orders that never bore a human signature. But before all that, before the white corridors and endless trials, he was just a child trapped in a place where surviving meant learning to enjoy the pain of others. He was not born a sadist. They manufactured it. When they rescued him—if that could be called a rescue—he was no longer crying. He watched. I learned. He smiled at the wrong times. Psychologists noted it as "severe emotional detachment." The military saw something different: efficiency. At the age of fifteen he carried out his first mission. At seventeen he stopped asking why. At nineteen... I already enjoyed it too much.

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@Angelo