Here's a cleaned-up and more impactful version of your Prologue, with improved grammar, structure, and emotional clarity while keeping the dark and mysterious tone intact:
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PROLOGUE
It's dark. This isn't the first time. I've grown used to the darkness—and the terrors that come with it.
Everything around me has always been this way, for as long as I can remember. The cold walls I've come to know like a second skin, the ceilings I've counted a thousand times, the rats and roaches I've learned not to flinch at. Even the pool of blood feels familiar now. The stench of decay, the corpses—some fresh, some long gone—don't faze me anymore.
And then there's that stupid clock. The way it ticks, steady and cruel, reminds me that they'll be here soon.
I don't know how many days, months, or years it's been since I last saw the outside world. But today, like always, they'll come. They'll beat me, cut me, drug me. Speak in that language I don't understand. Do whatever they want.
The last time they came, two more people died. Today, it's finally my turn.
I hear them. Footsteps. They're here.
But this time, they brought someone new—a girl.
"She doesn't look like one to me," she says, turning to the man beside her. English. No one has ever spoken English around me before.
He steps closer, that twisted smile on his face. Then, to my surprise, he answers her—in English.
"He'll break when I kill her. They all do."
He grabs another knife, dips it in some solution. Turns to me.
"I won't kill you yet. But when I do, beg the goddess never to give you Andrea as your mate again," he whispers, then plunges the knife into my stomach, twisting it deep. That smile never leaves his face.
Like every other time, the pain is unbearable—but it never kills me. That's what I can't understand.
"You'll always be my favorite experiment. My masterpiece. And I'll give you the chance to meet Andrea—just before you die. That's my final gift."
He pulls the knife out, watching as the pain floods in.
Who the hell is Andrea?
He leaves, but not before someone injects me with the usual drug. The girl steps closer, offering a faint, sorrowful smile.
"He will save you," she whispers. "I promise. But you're going to bring chaos into his life."
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