Got you. I added quotation marks to all spoken lines and kept the flow natural.
Thunglung Dungma was locked inside the darkest room of the house.
The space was no bigger than a small toilet. It was narrow, suffocating, and had almost no air. Even if he screamed until his throat tore apart, no one outside would ever hear him. The walls swallowed every sound. Nothing escaped that place. Not voices, not cries, not hope.
His life was filled with pain, sorrow, loneliness, and silence. He was never allowed to step outside. He had never seen the open sky or felt sunlight on his skin, not even the faintest touch of warmth.
His father was a serial killer whose mind had completely fallen into madness. To him, Thunglung was not a son. He was just an object that happened to be alive. He was fed only twice a day, just enough to keep him from dying too soon.
As time passed, Thunglung's body grew thin and weak. He looked like a dried leaf, fragile and lifeless. His bones pushed against his skin, and his veins stood out clearly. He was always close to death. Still, during sudden fits of rage, his father would beat him with a stick. Each strike drained more of the little strength he had left.
"I was only five years old.
I lived like something that had been thrown away, like a broken object tossed out with the trash.
I could not speak. I could not move. I could not scream. I felt like a stone.
When I cried, no one heard me.
There was no one to comfort me, no one to understand me, no one to make me smile.
That was my life.
I could do nothing, say nothing, feel nothing, or see anything clearly.
My life had completely become hell.
I lived in darkness and loneliness, unable to talk to anyone, unable to look outside, unable to see the sky, not even a single drop of light."
Thunglung's story was like a stone. Silent. Still. Forgotten.
No one knew what was happening to him. No one even knew if anything was happening at all.
Then one day, people living nearby began to notice a terrible smell coming from the house. At first they ignored it, but the smell grew stronger each day until it became impossible to bear. Suspicion slowly replaced indifference, and they finally decided to go inside and find the source.
Thunglung's father was not home at the time. He had gone out again, driven by his own darkness.
Inside, the house was horrifying. Trash covered the floors. The walls were stained. The air felt heavy and rotten.
Someone noticed that the toilet door was locked from the outside. When they tried to open it, it would not move. Alarmed, he called the others.
"Why is the toilet locked from the outside?" he asked.
"And why is that awful smell coming from here?"
Everyone gathered around. Fear spread among them. Then they started hitting the door.
After several blows, the door finally broke open.
What they saw made them freeze.
Inside lay a child who was barely alive. His body was weak, his condition too painful to look at. Blood stained his skin. For a moment, no one spoke. Then panic took over, and they called an ambulance.
Fifteen years passed.
News spread that Thunglung's father had finally been arrested. He was in police custody for questioning. When Thunglung heard this, something inside him snapped.
Without thinking, he ran.
He fled from the ashram where he had been living and rushed into the streets. People stared as he passed. Some shouted. Some looked disturbed. Others were angry.
Thunglung did not care.
His eyes burned with revenge, a fire that had been waiting for fifteen long years.
He reached the police station and walked straight inside.
A policeman stopped him. "What are you doing here, kid? What do you want?"
Thunglung did not answer. His eyes moved past the officer as he slowly walked toward the interrogation room.
He opened the door.
Inside, his father sat calmly while the police questioned him. In one sudden movement, Thunglung grabbed a gun from an officer and pointed it at his father.
His father did not panic. He did not beg. He did not look afraid.
He smiled.
At once, every officer in the room aimed their weapons at Thunglung. The police captain, a middle aged man with years of experience, stepped forward with worry on his face.
"Kid," he said carefully, "what are you trying to do? Please give me the gun. You are not a bad person. Put it down."
Thunglung said nothing.His father kept smiling.A gunshot rang out.Time seemed to stop.
The officers were ready to fire, but the captain raised his hand and stopped them.
Shocked and angry, he demanded, "What do you think you have done, kid?"
For the first time, Thunglung spoke.
"He is my father," he said, his voice trembling. "But he is a devil. He destroyed my life from the time I was five years old. I waited fifteen years for this moment, and now it finally came."
Tears streamed down his face, tears he had held back for fifteen years.
"Did I do anything wrong," he asked, "after he ruined my entire life?"
The captain looked at him and asked one cold question.
"Do you have evidence?"
That question broke him.
"No," Thunglung whispered.
The captain's frustration burst out.
"Without evidence, how can I tell anyone what he did to you? Do you understand what this will do to me? Do you want to disgrace me?"
He paused, then spoke more quietly.
"If that is not what you want, then leave."Fear spread through Thunglung's body.He turned and ran.
Some officers tried to stop him, but the captain let him go. The exits were guarded, so Thunglung ran upstairs instead, toward the higher floors.
The captain ordered the others to follow.
Thunglung pushed past anyone in his way.
Finally, he was surrounded.
"Stop!" the officers shouted. "There is nowhere left to run. Surrender now!"
Thunglung tried to explain. He tried to speak.
No one listened.
Moments later, in despair and confusion, he made a tragic choice that ended his escape.
"This is my story, full of foolishness.I laugh at my past self.Why was I still trying to reason with people who would never listen?How stupid."
"Leng Ji Yuan… this is the moment.I am looking into your past life memories.Were you a demon from the beginning?.Or did you, like me, live in darkness and slowly become something even darker?"