Ariathros

"I'll be the final killer in this world to end killing. Killing will only become history after I die. There is no one else who could do this but me."

In a world where killing is already a common occurrence, a reaper will rise. An assassin's blood stain the skin of a young girl living a simple life. With her identity buried in her past, she kills every killer on her list without hesitation. Her journey inside the tower will lead her to an immortal who will guide her in changing her single-sided mentality.

As the two protagonists attempt to escape the deadly games, they will soon delve into the history of the game. In particular, they will learn what it means to be a Descendant of Death.

Descendants of Death

"Where are we?" I asked with my eyebrows forming a hill.

He clacks as he looks at the single source of light. "We failed. I'm sorry. I can't even depend on you on what happened."

"No," I said, shaking my head. "That's not important now. Where are we exactly?"

"I don't know. We're at some prison, and I think we're not the only ones here."

Beyond the bars, there are only just walls and the light only reflects on them. On our cell, it's completely dark that I can't even see Ikeda around us.

I touched the floor but it's completely cement, with no rugs, beds, or the like. I think we're sleeping on the ground now.

I run towards the bars to shake them, forcing myself to escape. "Help! Is anybody in here!? Let us go! We shouldn't be here! We're also victims! Please let us go!" I shouted, but even if someone answered, no help will come.

"Quit it…" A weakened voice on the left of our cell said. "There's no one… going to save you…"

This isn't Nice