The door shut behind Loma with a dull thud. Silence consumed the house. Darok stood still, the weight of memories pressing down. His fists clenched at his sides, his voice barely above a whisper.
Darok (to himself):
I wouldn't have become this strong… if it weren't for everything I went through.
Flashback — Years Ago
The morning sun bathed the street in gold.
A man stood at the gate, his expression soft.
Father: "Darok, be careful, son."
Young Darok adjusted his bag, flashing the faintest smile.
Darok: "Yeah, Dad."
He waved back before walking toward school.
On the outside, he looked like any other kid.
But the moment he stepped inside those school walls… everything changed.
Whispers. Snickers. Then shoves.
Lockers slammed shut with his body inside. Fists cracked across his face. Kicks dug into his ribs as laughter echoed.
Day after day, the bullying never stopped.
But no matter how badly he was beaten, Darok always stood back up.
As years passed, things only worsened.
Teachers eyed him with suspicion. He was blamed for fights he never started. His so-called friends drifted away, turning cold.
Narration:
They called him a troublemaker. A problem child.
Nobody cared to see the truth.
Darok didn't fight because he wanted to.
He fought because if he didn't… he'd be crushed.
At home, he had no one to turn to.
No one believed him.
No one listened.
Behind his mask of calm, anger boiled in his veins.
Behind his faint smiles… he was breaking inside.
A child carrying grief no one should bear.
Lonely. Misunderstood.
Yet every morning, he put on that same mask.
A smile.
A lie.
A shield.
But pain became his fuel.
Loneliness became his fire.
And through countless battles — fist after fist, bruise after bruise — he forged himself into something unshakable.
He became stronger.
Harder.
Untouchable.
That was how Darok, the boy who only wanted to be understood… became Darok the Monster.
Back to Present — Darok's House
Darok sat in silence, fists tightening, the ghost of bruises flickering in his memory.
Darok (quietly, to himself):
"Loma… you're walking the same path I did. But I'll make sure you don't suffer the way I did. I'll make you strong… strong enough to survive this cursed world."