Capítulo 109: Before the War (Part 1)

Aberdeen City, 20 years prior 

The nine year old Garan looked bitterly at the locked door of the isolation room,  heart filled with anger and indignance. 

Unfair! 

Ptooey! 

He spit out the remaining blood of that hag out, spitting out again as he tasted the disgusting rusty taste. It tasted as dirty as she was.

It landed on the isolation room's dusty cement flooring, just next to the dirty cot he would be sleeping in the next couple of days. 

It was his third time here this year, and it was only the second month of the year. 

He just couldn't stop himself. Those women were disgusting. They always watched him with dirty eyes and wanted to touch him. 

First he just threw a vase at a visiting rich woman, the second time he punched the volunteer in the face, and now he bit off the flesh of the vice principal.