The cold breeze swept across every home in Ivi Town. Children ran laughing through the snow, their voices ringing out as the bright sun lit the city in a deceptive warmth. Not far away, on an isolated island, the heroes rested inside their base—a sanctuary where they could relax after saving countless lives. Their commander entered, offering congratulations for their recent victory against Mendula.
But unlike other places, Ivi Town was different. Evil festered there, rooted deep in every corner, with few souls brave enough to resist. Most had long since surrendered to corruption. To counter this decay, the government assembled a ruthless force of assassins, trained to eliminate injustice with lethal precision.
The island became their fortress—and their prison. Its laws grew terrifyingly strict. Even the smallest offense, such as telling a lie, carried the penalty of death. Trials were public, executions swift, meant to burn fear into the hearts of all who watched. This merciless form of democracy spread quickly. Criminals fled, the guilty trembled, and soon even the rich abandoned the island. What remained was a husk—a slum of poverty, blood, and shadows.
Left behind by even the government, the people raised their children not with love, but with lessons in murder. It was the only path to survival, the only weapon they could give them to face the outside world. Kill, or be killed. That was the creed of Ivi Town.
At the borders, groups of children waited silently in the cold, watching for the next passing ship. Each dreamed of sneaking aboard and escaping to the world beyond. But escape was no game. The island bred only selfish survivors. Rival children cut each other down, betraying friends, spilling blood, all for a slim chance at freedom.
And freedom was only the first challenge. Beyond the sea lay another struggle: survival. Those who reached the mainland arrived with nothing but the clothes on their backs, forced to steal, kill, and claw for scraps.
Yet even there, they could never truly escape their past. If someone was discovered to be from Ivi Town, the punishment was merciless—they were dragged back to the island and cast into the freezing ocean waters, stripped bare, left to die without even the dignity of clothing. Worse still, even the innocent could suffer this fate; all it took was an accusation, no evidence required.
Ivi Town was not just a place.
It was a curse.