“Your brother’s on the verge of death. What do you say? Should I save him?”
Irok didn’t know if ten years old was such a young age. By the time his and his brother’s lives were held hostage by Sarira, he had already booked a life of s*avery. In a world where “hello,” “good night,” “good morning,” and “good evening” had vanished, Irok faced a horrific eighteenth year…