"I'm trapped in the shadows, where the darkness reigns
The city's my battleground, my rhymes are my claims
I'm fighting for survival, tryna break the chains
Tryna find my voice, in the silence and the pain
I'm searching for a way out, from the struggles I've known
But the city's unforgiving, and the road is unknown
I'm trying to rise above, but the weight is on my back
My words are my armor, my rhymes are my attack
I'm walking through the night, with the city's lights ablaze
I'm trying to find my place, in this endless maze
I'm chasing the highs, but the lows are my fate
Tryna find my purpose, in this chaotic state
I'm reaching for the top, but the climb is steep
I'm fighting for my life, tryna stay awake
I'm trying to make a difference, in this world so cold
My voice is my strength, my rhymes are my gold
I'm standing tall and proud, despite the struggles I've faced
I'm trying to make a mark, that will forever last
I'm chasing my dreams, and I won't apologize
My voice is my power, my rhymes are my prize". The music was fading that was the music I was performing on stage before I got assassinated,that moment everything went blank I
I slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings. I was in a damp, dingy dungeon. The air was thick with the stench of mold and rot. I tried to move, but my body felt foreign, weak. I looked down and saw that I was no longer the man I once was. I was now a 16-year-old boy, scrawny and underfed.
A masked man stood guard, his face hidden behind a black balaclava. He eyed me coldly, his gaze piercing through the darkness.
"Welcome back, Alejandro," he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "You've been asleep for a while. You're going to have to get used to your new surroundings."
I tried to speak, but my voice was hoarse and unfamiliar. I coughed, trying to clear my throat.
"Who...who are you?" I croaked.
The masked man chuckled, a cold, menacing sound. "You'll find out soon enough. For now, let's just say you're a guest...a very special guest."
Events at the arena poured into my head like rush of whirlwind,I was pained next it was the information of the body I was occupying.
The masked man seemed to be waiting for something. Suddenly, footsteps echoed outside the cell. The guard straightened, his eyes fixed on the door.
"Ah, Ser roman," he said, his voice dripping with respect.
A figure entered the cell, tall and imposing. He was dressed in black, his face chiseled and cold.
"Good morning, Asher wilder," he said, his voice dripping with venom. "I see you're awake. You'll be staying with us for a while. You're going to be...entertainment for my son."
I glared at him, hatred burning in my chest. I knew that face, that name. This was Eren roman, the ruthless leader of the rival cartel. My transmigrated family's sworn enemy.
I swore in my mind it was ok that I allen smalls was bested by some assassin on stage whilst performing why did I have to continue so even in a second chance I didn't know what to do.Eren Roman's eyes seemed to bore into my soul, his gaze filled with a mix of curiosity and contempt. I could sense the hatred emanating from him, the weight of our families' bitter rivalry bearing down on me like a physical force.
"You're a long way from home, Asher," Roman sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "
My eyes narrowed, a spark of anger igniting within me.
Roman chuckled, a cold, mirthless sound. "Oh, I know all about you, wilder. I know about your family's...indiscretions. And I know about your father's...ambitions."
I felt a surge of rage at his words, but I bit back my anger, knowing that I had to keep my cool if I wanted to survive. I forced myself to meet Roman's gaze, my eyes locked on his.
"What do you want from me?" I spat, my voice venomous.
Roman's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, I think you know exactly what I want, wilder. You see, my son, Elijah, has been...bored lately. And I think you'll make the perfect plaything for him."
My stomach churned with dread at his words. What did he mean by "plaything"? What kind of games did Elijah Blackwood play?
Roman's laughter echoed through the dungeon, a cold, menacing sound that sent shivers down my spine. I knew then that I was in grave danger, trapped in a world where the rules were twisted and distorted.
And I knew that I had to find a way out, no matter what it took.