#WritcoStoryPrompt25
I stared at the letters tattooed into my right forearm. I had no memory how I had got it or why I was in rags. I had absolutely no memory of who I was. There were others in the room looking lost too. Some looked like they would attack the first person that steps into that room. I don't know for how long but something tells me I've been here for months. The stench that feels the room was enough proof that some persons have not been taking their bath. I looked at myself and sighed, how could I not remember anything. I checked for faces that I might recognize, but none. I just knew they were all humans. I noticed a girl crying at the other end of the room, I couldn't help it, there was a urge in me to console her. But there was no much consolation in me either.
Suddenly the door opened wide and the most hefty man I have ever seen walked in. I shivered within me when I saw...