Angelic_demon

Synopsis

In the dim, desolate confines of an abandoned subway, a man stumbled, his grasp unsteady on a half-empty bottle of alcohol. His once-groomed appearance now betrayed by overgrown stubble and disheveled hair. His bloodshot eyes bore the weight of endless tears.

As he faltered, a jagged stone sliced across his forehead, drawing a trickle of blood. Yet, the physical pain paled in comparison to the anguish gripping his heart.

Slumping against the cold, graffiti-stained walls, he gazed vacantly at the oppressive sky, tears silently tracing down his cheeks. With a heavy heart, he shut his eyes, only for fresh waves of despair to wrench anguished sobs from his chest. 

In a fit of anguish, he hurled the bottle and shattered it against the unforgiving concrete, mirroring the shattered pieces of his soul.

A piercing scream shattered the silence, jolting him from his desolation. Instinctively, he stumbled toward the source, his vision blurred by the enveloping darkness. Guided by the cries, he walked forward.

Each scream pierced the air like a dagger, leading him to a decrepit shed at the end of the subway. With a door already splintered, he entered, his gaze sweeping over the rusty remnants of forgotten machinery and discarded debris.

A sickening squelch beneath his shoe drew his attention downward, revealing a pool of crimson staining the ground. His breath hitched, dread coursing through his veins as he followed the macabre trail, his heart pounding in his ears.

And then, he beheld the horror before him, a scene so grotesque it froze him in terror. 

He retreated and fell back, with his eyes full of fear, "Wh... wh... what are you doing?".

"Please… help me."

The Last Spade Master

Inside the car, Aiden fidgeted with his fingers. He seemed to be excited and his eyes spoke of unexplainable happiness.

The driver stared warily at his young master who grinned goofily without his knowledge.

The car came to a halt in front of the imposing entrance of the prestigious 'The Imperial Academy', the pinnacle of educational institutions in Worcester city. The students here are the children of bigshots around the world. The more money and power, the greater the authority is.

Aiden adjusted his emotion and stepped down from the car and strolled towards the entrance of the school. To those observing, he seemed like an enigmatic figure, a rare gem in a sea of ordinary stones, to be admired from afar but never approached.

As Aiden ascended the stairs, a girl with twin ponytails approached him, offering a large pink lunch box with a hopeful expression. Her voice, though sweet, grated on Aiden's nerves like nails on a chalkboard.

"Here, Aiden... My mommy made special snacks. Let's share it," she chirped innocently.

But to Aiden, her words sounded like a discordant screech, stirring irritation within him. He inspected the lunchbox with a critical eye, unable to hide his disdain.

"Did your mom decide to raise a pig?" he remarked before turning and striding off to his class.

The girl's cheerful demeanor shattered, replaced by tears as she began to wail. It was moments like these that reinforced Aiden Grey's reputation at the Imperial Academy – cold, distant, and unapproachable.

The sun descended, casting Worcester into darkness. Headlights blinked like fireflies amid the quieting streets. Yet, unbeknownst to most, predators lurked, waiting to strike when the city slept.

A girl in her late teens closed up the bar, preparing to head home. As she turned into an alley, she encountered a group of drunken men, their voices rising in argument.

Sensing danger, she quickened her pace, but a man from the group grabbed her hand, causing her to cry out in alarm.

"Get lost," she yelled, attempting to pull away.

Ignoring her protests, the man leered, "Oh, come on, sweetie. Don't be shy. We'll satisfy you," a man said in a sloppy voice and rubbed her hand.

With a sharp slap, she broke free and fled, the men in pursuit. Running with all her might, she darted into a nearby street, colliding with a figure in the darkness.

She raised her head only to see a beautiful and tender girl in a biker jacket looking at her with emotionless electric blue eyes. Those drunken men soon caught up with her.

"Well, well, what do we have here? Looks like we got another treat," the man who had grabbed the girl earlier exclaimed, his excitement evident in his voice.

After her encounter with the young boy, Siren had been dealing with her own matters. However, on her way home, she stumbled upon the scene of a group of drunkards chasing a young woman and decided to intervene.

Now, standing before them, Siren's electric blue eyes bore into them like a tempest poised to unleash its fury.

The girl from the bar grabbed Siren's hand, urging her to leave the scene in a panicked voice.

Siren turned to her, her tone calm but firm. "Leave it," she instructed.

"My hand... Leave it," Siren clarified.

The girl withdrew her hand, finding some reassurance in Siren's demeanor despite the danger surrounding them.

As the bald man approached, licking his lips with a lecherous intent, Siren swiftly took action. With a deft movement, she twisted the man's hand, eliciting a bone-crackling sound that echoed through the alley.

The man's screams filled the air, his pain evident to all.

Undeterred, Siren continued her swift and calculated assault, twisting the man's hand further until his shoulder blade dislocated with a sickening pop.

A smirk played across Siren's lips as she addressed the group with a chilling calmness. "Let's begin".

Prey of the night