Hikaru sat beside his grandfather inside the rattling old cart.
Hikaru: "Grandpa, where are we going?"
Grandfather: "There's no time for questions, Hikaru. I must tell you something important... and I must do it soon."
Hikaru: "Hmm… alright."
They arrived at a house swallowed by time—an ancient ruin with the scent of the 1980s.
A fragile structure, battered by wind and rain, yet still standing like a relic of forgotten memories.
Inside, the grandfather's voice grew grave.
Grandfather: "Listen, my grandson. There's something I've kept hidden for too long."
Hikaru: "I'm listening. Tell me."
Grandfather: "Your father… he was one of the greatest sorcerers in the Arab world. And the one who murdered your mother... he must have held a deep grudge against your parents."
Hikaru (chuckling): "Sorcery? Really, Grandpa? I don't believe in fairy tales."
Grandfather (smirking): "Then how about a demonstration?"
They stepped outside, and the grandfather pointed toward a stray dog wandering nearby.
Grandfather: "Watch closely."
With a single strange word—a cursed incantation—the air shifted.
In a blink, the dog's head flew off its body and hit the ground.
Hikaru (shocked): "Wh-what… That wasn't a trick."
Grandfather: "Now do you believe, you fool?"
He sighed, reaching into his coat and handing over a heavy bundle wrapped in cloth.
Grandfather: "These are your father's books. He told me to give them to you after your mother's death. But be warned… there is one book among them. If you dare open it recklessly, your life will never know peace again."
Hikaru: "...Got it, Grandpa."
That night, Hikaru returned home, his thoughts heavy. Rage burned in his heart.
"I will find the man who killed my mother. And I'll make him pay."
He opened the books, absorbing the knowledge quickly—his bloodline was no lie.
He was the son of the greatest sorcerer of his era.
Then… his eyes fell on that book.
The one his grandfather had warned him about.
Curiosity beat caution. He reached for it.
He opened the cover…
And suddenly—