Night fell over the city of Nerakh.
In a dark alley, a boy walked slowly, hands in his pockets, his eyes empty.
Zadkiel.
An orphan.
No home. No family.
But… not without power.
Suddenly—
Figures appeared.
Masked.
Silent.
"He's the one."
Zadkiel took a step back.
— Who are you…?
No answer.
They rushed him.
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Zadkiel tried to run, but they were too fast.
A chill ran through his body.
Something… awakened.
His eyes changed slightly.
His heart started pounding.
He dodged.
Struck.
One man fell.
— What the…?
But already—
Pain.
A blow to the back of his head.
Darkness.
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🕳️ Awakening
Zadkiel opened his eyes.
A metal ceiling.
An unknown place.
Around him… children.
All different. All dangerous.
— You're finally awake?
Next to him, a boy with sharp eyes.
— Welcome to hell.
— …Where are we?
— A place no one on the surface knows.
Silence.
Then a voice echoed.
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🎭 The Speech
A masked man appeared above them.
Watching over the room.
— Dear future Arkhans…
A murmur spread through the crowd.
— You are here… because you are special.
— Your powers can change this corrupted world.
— And we will turn you… into perfect weapons.
Total silence.
— Rest.
— Tomorrow… your real life begins.
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🧩 Meeting
A small room.
Three students.
The energetic boy.
The calm girl.
And Zadkiel.
— So… let's start?
My name is Shin'en.
— Shin'en… from the Shin'en family?
— Yeah.
The girl smiled slightly.
— I'm Mirian.
Silence.
They looked at Zadkiel.
He hesitated.
— …Zadkiel.
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💔 Stories
Mirian spoke first.
A door.
A strike.
Darkness.
Shin'en followed.
A fight.
A trap.
A capture.
Then…
Zadkiel.
— I never had a home.
— I just… tried to survive.
Silence.
— Sorry, said Shin'en.
— You don't have to be.
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🌙 The Night
One question remained.
— What… is an Arkhan?
No answer.
Only silence.