Alurina_Azura

Kylin of the Neighbourhood had lived her simple life with her family and friends until the Establishment came knocking on her door one fine day.


Despite not wanting any ties with the Establishment, she finds herself making a deal which would not only save her family but condemn herself in the process.


The only silver lining she has is the one year time limit imposed on her before she could be release.


Until then, she remains a prisoner, unable to escape and 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

Hope was the second emotion I felt in the morning. I came to the breakfast hall, preparing myself for the worst but it turned out better than I expected.


The long table was empty with no one around, dissipating my butterflies but at the same time, reminded me of my present dilemma.


With no one around, I bravely stride my way into the kitchen, sniffing around for any leftovers. True enough, there was always something on the kitchen aisle. 


I didn't care what food they had unlike the youngest brother who was a picky eater. A difference I took pride in when I overheard him throwing a fit because he found green peas on his plate.


As if green peas was the poison of the earth. 🙄


Growing up, I didn't had the pleasure of nurturing a palate. I simply ate whatever was available. Be it spoiled or wasted food, as long as I felt full. Thanks to that, I developed a strong stomach and an acute digestive system, making me immune to most diseases. 


I grabbed the loaf of bread and the garlic spread at the side and went off to the garden to eat. I didn't want to make a mess in the kitchen.


I learned after getting caught so many times, that no matter how much I clean up after myself, there was always some dirt I 'supposedly' left behind which exposed my act.


In other words, they would always try to find fault in everything I do. Even when I did nothing, I was accused wrongly so why would I even bother with anything, let alone defend myself when I was at the losing end. 


I was put here in this house as the scapegoat for all the bad things. The evil stepsister in the story. Cinderella was mostly the good one in everyone's eyes so I certainly wasn't her. In fact, I wouldn't even want to be her. 


Heck, I wasn't going to wait for someone to save me. No way.


I was going to save myself from this shit hole no matter what it takes.


03 Scapegoat