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

The garden, or whatever they called it, wasn't actually a garden. To call it a garden was an understatement. It was more of a sprawling forest or a vast park, easily dwarfing the size of the house. Majestic trees with canopies that stretched to the heavens, winding pathways that seemed to lead to secret worlds, and lush greenery that enveloped the space made it a paradise of sorts.

Out of the many facilities this residence had, I liked the garden the most. I could run all day and never get tired. There was always something new to discover and explore—hidden nooks, forgotten statues overgrown with ivy, and blooming flowers that changed with the seasons.

It was also my sanctuary, a place to hide away from the family. I couldn't leave the compound, so the only place I could escape to, other than my room, was the garden.

The family rarely ventured into the gardens, except for the occasional grand parties or their half-hearted attempts at exercise, like tennis or swimming.

I usually locked myself in my room if they were there. It was easier that way. I didn't see them, and they didn't see me.

Avoiding the family was my daily vision, and finding ways to do so was my daily mission.

I headed to my favorite spot in the garden, situated far from the main house, nestled between two giant oak trees and covered with thick shrubs. I had pruned the twigs to create a shady nook, a small shack of my own. The dense foliage provided a natural barrier, giving me the illusion of being in a world separate from my reality.

Sitting on a large tree root, I finally started on my breakfast. However simple it was, it had already made my day. The quiet rustle of leaves and the soft chirping of birds created a symphony that soothed my troubled mind.

I was about to begin my meal when I heard noises coming from the bushes ahead.

Stuffing my mouth with a piece of bread, I grabbed the butter knife like a weapon. You could never be too careful around these parts. The whole compound was under surveillance because of the occasional 'bugs' found in the gardens—mechanical spies or, at times, uninvited guests. I usually stayed far away from them, but there were times I intervened when they disturbed the peace I had here.

Treading carefully, I sharpened my hearing, distinguishing between the sounds of nature and intruders. This skill had been painstakingly perfected after losing countless favors to the Blindman. To this day, I still owed him three hundred and sixty-five favors.

If I were back with my true family, I could have settled this debt easily within a year. But now that I'm separated, who knows how long it will take?

After locating the source of the 'bug,' I threw the butter knife without hesitation. No matter how blunt the butter knife was, when applied with enough force, it was sufficient to eliminate the pesky 'bug.'

I was about to return to my breakfast when I heard a sudden cry.

04 Unexpected