Hollow Thread throws you into the raw, brutal world of Cainen—a kid born dead inside before he even took his first breath. No parents, no power, no future. The world’s elite are born with flashy gifts called RACs, but Cainen’s a void—a blank slate rejected by fate itself.

Left to rot after the death of his only caretaker, Cainen grows up in squalor, bullied and broken by kids with powers he can’t match. One day, something snaps. Armed with nothing but a chain and sickle, he becomes a whirlwind of violent revenge, tearing through the school halls like a madman.

The law can’t touch him fully—he’s a kid—but they mark him for exile once he’s grown. Knowing he’s got a ticking clock, Cainen turns even more dangerous, fighting anyone who crosses him, fueled by rage, survival, and the desperate need to prove he’s not nothing.

At fifteen, no power, no help—just pure fury and fists that refuse to quit. This is the rise of a storm no one saw coming.

Some low-level gang survivor—face bruised, teeth missing—mutters it in a bar across the island:


"Kid fights like he's got blood from the old Fire Fist era…"


In the slums? That name still echoes.Titanium Fist Creature.The living warhead.The man who ended a civil war with two fists and a grin.


They say when he punched, the sky cracked.When he smiled, cities burned.


Back in the district, Cainen's beating the hell out of a punching post made from stone bricks and twisted metal.


Cainen (grunting between hits): "Faster… harder… stronger…"


His fists are bleeding. Wrapped in cloth. Bone peeking through the skin.


DMK: "You can't punch your way into a legacy. It's born. Or it's burned."


Later, while treating his hands, Kaito walks in, tossing an old article onto the table.


It's yellowed. Torn.A headline from 20 years ago:


"Fire Fist Creature Levels Ten Cities in Thirty Seconds — World on Alert."


Kaito: "They're talking about you like you're him."


Kaito: "Doesn't matter. Perception's power."


He pulls out a photo. Black-and-white. Blurry.


Titanium Fist Creature, mid-air, one arm back, a smile on his face, an entire building erupting behind him.


Cainen (quiet): "…He really smiled like that?"


Kaito (nods): "Right before he erased everything in front of him."


A younger official slams a fist on the table.


Official: "I want confirmation. That boy in District 9 — is he related to Creature?"


Admiral: "Can't say. No records. That whole bloodline's off the grid."


Official: "Then make sure he doesn't grow into that shadow. End him before he steps into it."


Back at the camp, Cainen's alone now. Staring at the article.Looking at the fists he's been training with.


Cainen (to himself): "I don't want his shadow. I'll build my own fire."


Chapter 13 - The Fire Fist’s Shadow