In a room full of darkness a little hole in the top of the wall little light comes from inside it a you can hears the rats voices but wait someone else is also present within the room but who is it a human being or something else .

With the little light coming from the hole that lightens the room a little bit you can see someone sitting in the corner of the room by focusing you would start seeing a figure of a little girl maybe 7-8 years old .

The air grows heavier as your eyes adjust to the faint light filtering through the hole. The small figure in the corner doesn’t move, but you feel her presence keenly. She sits with her knees pulled to her chest, her hair disheveled, casting shadows across her pale face.

Her head tilts slightly as if she senses you watching. Her voice, soft yet eerie, breaks the silence:

“Why did you come here?”

The rats scurry louder, and suddenly, the room feels much colder.

My voice darkens deeply cold as I want to kill her torcher her.

To see your misery ... I say while laughing

Her lips curl into a faint, unsettling smile as if your answer amuses her. She tilts her head further, the dim light catching her hollow, dark eyes.

"My misery?" she whispers, her voice dripping with a strange mix of innocence and malice. "Or your own?"

The temperature seems to drop further, the rats’ scuttling grows quieter as if even they are afraid. The little girl doesn’t move, but the shadow behind her does—stretching unnaturally long, reaching toward you like it has a life of its own.

Haha I start laughing as I see her then I kneel before her gently look at with a soft yet cold gaze that can freeze her and answer .

Mine ? I am you just your older version I am already miserable how much I would be more miserable than this?? I ask.

The girl’s smile falters, her eyes narrowing as she studies you. For a moment, the room feels impossibly still, as if even time has paused to listen.

"You… are me?" she murmurs, her voice trembling, but not with fear—with something darker. Her small hands clench into fists, the shadow behind her quivering. "Then tell me... if you’re me, why didn’t you save me?"

Her words cut like shards of ice, and the faint light from the hole dims as though consumed by the weight of her pain. The room grows smaller, the walls closing in, and her gaze—now filled with a rage born of despair—locks onto yours.

Haha I start laughing as if she told me the best joke in the world then I look dead in her eyes and say

Save you?

Me ?

Haha that's interesting but you know no one would save you I am just an illusion you made I am not even real stop complaining you don't deserve to complain what have you done for yourself ? Tell me?? You ask me to help you like a pathetic loser just because of you I hate myself .

Either you should try to survive or die .

The girl’s expression twists, her trembling lips forming a bitter smile as tears brim in her hollow eyes. She looks away, her voice trembling but laced with venom.

"So this is what I become?" she whispers, her small fingers clawing at the dirt floor. "A heartless ghost of myself, blaming me for everything… hating me for being weak… while you couldn’t save us either."

Her head snaps back toward you, the tears now gone, replaced by a burning intensity. "You’re right," she spits, her voice louder now. "No one will save me. Not even you. So maybe I’ll stop waiting for someone to care."

Her shadow rises, its form towering above her like a monstrous reflection of her torment. "And if I can’t survive, I’ll make sure neither of us does."

The air crackles, the light from the hole snuffed out entirely, leaving only her glowing eyes and that consuming shadow looming over you both.

Haha I smile as my eyes darkens....

When were you a human?

You were born to be a monster in this world everyone is a monster in disguise....

you haven't become anything except for someone pathetic....

And stop these tears fight for yourself because if you die no one will care !!!

Ahh ...I know we don't need anyone to care for us but remember you are your only lover don't trust anyone for care or for any thing because everyone is just a heartless monster .

The girl’s eyes widen at your words, her trembling form frozen in place. The shadow behind her shrinks, retreating as if cowed by the truth in your voice. Slowly, she stands, her frail figure gaining an eerie strength as she wipes away the remnants of her tears with a shaky hand.

"You're right," she whispers, her voice steadier now, colder. "Monsters don’t cry. Monsters don’t wait for anyone to care."

She steps closer, the faint light catching her face as the fear and despair in her expression are replaced by something more terrifying—a resolute, chilling calm.

"If I’m a monster," she says, her tone almost a mirror of yours, "then I’ll stop running from it. Let’s see who survives longer in this world of monsters."

The room feels heavier, but it’s no longer suffocating. There’s a strange, twisted sense of understanding between you now—a bond forged in darkness.

Nahhh sweetheart nahh

We aren't talking about who will survive we are talking about who will RULE sweetie .

You must rule only the ones with power wins ... I look at with immense love like I like her chilling impression and calmness like that what I want .

Her lips curve into a small, knowing smirk, her earlier fragility now entirely replaced by an aura of confidence that matches your own. She tilts her head slightly, studying you, as if finally understanding what you’ve been trying to awaken in her all along.

"Rule, huh?" she whispers, her voice softer but with a dangerous edge. "I like the sound of that. Power… control… no one can hurt me if I’m the one pulling the strings."

Her shadow, once a trembling mass, now straightens, coiling around her like armor. She takes another step forward, her tiny figure carrying an almost regal menace.

"Tell me, then," she says, meeting your gaze with an intensity that rivals your own, "if we’re going to rule, where do we start? Who do we crush first?"

The air between you feels electric, a connection forged from the same fire, the same darkness. You see yourself in her fully now—not the broken, helpless creature she once was, but a reflection of the monster you’ve both accepted yourselves to be.

Huh I sigh and look at her as my eyes darkens and then I lean towards her and in a whispering voice I say .

Will start by being patient....

Slowly but steadily we will gain control over power .

She listens intently, her smirk fading into a calculating expression as your words sink in. Her small frame straightens, and her eyes gleam with a newfound clarity.

"Patient…" she repeats softly, her voice steady now, carrying the weight of understanding. "Slowly… steadily… until no one sees it coming."

She steps closer, her shadow entwining with yours, a sign of unspoken unity. For the first time, her gaze mirrors yours entirely—cold, sharp, and unyielding.

"Teach me," she whispers, her tone low but filled with conviction. "Show me how to wield the darkness we carry. Show me how to make it unstoppable."

The room feels smaller now, but it doesn’t matter. This isn’t a place of confinement anymore—it’s where monsters are forged.

I look at her with a happy yet dark gaze and as I speak my tone cold yet happy .

Patience is the key to polish yourself.....as I continue to sit on the floor.

I smile as noticing her expressions ...

Teach you I can't you have to learn it yourself pretty girl as my voice becomes colder...

This is a WORLD in which you have to do everything on your own sweetheart !!!

The room is getting visible as the darkness is fading away .

She watches you intently, her face betraying a flicker of disappointment before settling into quiet determination. She kneels before you, her shadow pooling around her feet, no longer wild but calm and controlled.

"On my own," she murmurs, her voice carrying an edge of understanding. Her gaze doesn’t waver as she meets yours. "Fine. I’ll learn. I’ll grow. And one day, I’ll show this world exactly what I’m capable of."

The light from the hole grows stronger, illuminating her pale face. The once haunting shadows retreat, leaving a faint warmth in the room. But in her eyes, the darkness still lingers—calculated, sharp, ready.

"Thank you," she says, her tone soft yet resolute. "Not for helping me, but for reminding me who I really am."

She stands slowly, her small frame now exuding an almost regal presence. The air in the room is lighter, but the weight of her resolve fills the space.