Alurina_Azura

Kylin of the Neighbourhood had lived a simple, content life surrounded by family and friends until one fateful day when the Establishment came knocking on her door.

Despite her reluctance to associate with the Establishment, she found herself making a deal that would save her family but condemn herself in the process.

The only silver lining was the one-year time limit imposed on her, after which she would be released.

Until then, she remained a prisoner, unable to escape, forced to live her life miserably.


But that was for an ordinary person.


She may had live a simple life but what she considered simple was far different than everyone else. 


This was Kylin of the Neighbourhood we’re talking about, so of course, things won’t go as smoothly as expected. 


When the tough get going, Kylin start slaying.

In the ‘Extra’ Ordinary Mind of Kylin

"I love you. You know that, right?"

If I said I don't, will you scold me? Why are you here in the first place? Since when did you care? So many questions surged through my mind when he said that. Out of the whirlwind of thoughts, only one stood out.

"Why?" I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of confusion and defiance.

"Why?" He echoed, his brow furrowing as if he couldn't comprehend the question.

He looked so taken aback, as if he hadn't expected my question at all. His eyes, usually so stern, softened for a fleeting moment before returning to their usual coldness.

"You're my daughter, so of course I love you."

Love is so subjective and irrational. Why would he use such a word? As if the current situation called for such a reason, as if love could solve everything.

"So should I love you because you're my father?" I asked, my voice edged with a bitterness I couldn't hide.

This time, he didn't say a word. His expression changed immediately, morphing into a look I was all too familiar with.

"What did I do to deserve a daughter like you?" he mumbled softly, looking away.

His words were almost a whisper, but I could hear him. He wanted to silence his thoughts, but the moment he let those words slip, it was intentional. He wanted me to hear that his love was obligatory, that his love was for his blood and nothing more.

I knew from the moment I stepped into this house, surrounded by those of my blood, that this place would be my prison, my undoing.

I had entered with the determination to protect, yet day by day, the chains that bound my body dug into my soul.

I could feel pieces of me withering in the wind. I knew I was slowly dying here.

What caused me to enter such a desolate place, forsaking everything I had in the past?

Ironically, it was the very emotion my father threw in my face.

Or at least, what it's supposed to mean.

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