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

"Nope. You just stay there until I finish eating."

Following his failed retaliation, I tied the 'kid' with the garden hose that was conveniently lying around. Despite being bound, he didn't act like a victim. Instead, he started babbling.

Somehow, I could see this leading to a conversation. It had been a few days since I talked to someone, so I guess I could entertain myself with some meaningless chatter.

"Then, are you a staff here? Or the daughter of one of the staff?"

"My dad's the Head Gardener here."

"Oh, so you're Mr. Garrison's son."

I paused, contemplating. Should I tell him my real name, my fake name, or my nickname? Whatever name I chose would establish some affiliation, which I wanted to avoid. It would be easier that way when I finally left this place—no lingering attachments.

But then again, if I could break off family ties, I could easily do so with a stranger. I gave him a choice.

"Which one? How many names do you have?"

"You mean this hostage situation?"

"What do you think? I'm tied up here."

"Ha! You're a hostage? If you were really my prisoner, I'd shut you up before you even got a chance to shout for help."

"So I'm not a hostage or a prisoner then?"

The 'kid' didn't get me. He seemed pretty fearless. If he was indeed Mr. Garrison's son, I'm sure his father would have told him not to wander around the gardens. Even in broad daylight, there were still 'bugs' around.

"I told you to just stay still until I finish eating my breakfast."

"This is your breakfast? Just plain bread? Not even toasted?"

"You know, for someone who thinks he's a hostage, you sure talk a lot."

"Okay, maybe we got off on the wrong foot. Can you please let me go? I promise I won't grab your hand anymore."

So he was aware that I didn't like people touching me. Well, it's better than those who got punished and didn't learn anything.

"Fine. Stand up and face your back towards me."

The 'kid' got up and turned around, showing his hands at the rear.

Cleaning up the butter knife again, this time with another slice of bread, I kinda forgot how many pieces I had already eaten by now. I slashed the garden hose, releasing him.

I leaped away at the same time the 'kid' turned around towards me.

Stuffing my mouth with the slice of bread I was holding, I was about to return to my 'house' made of tree shrubs when he called me again.

This time, as I turned around to his voice, he was an inch away from my face. Pointing my butter knife towards his neck, I pushed him away from me. He held his hands up in the air to show he had no ill intentions and backed off.

"You haven't told me your name yet."

"So is that your real name, fake name, or nickname?"

06 Guess