Five hundred years ago, hidden deep within a mystic valley untouched by the outside world, there was a village.
It was a place of laughter and joy, where children's giggles filled the streets, and every home glowed with warmth. Peace ruled the land.
But peace never lasts forever.
One fateful day, an unnatural shadow fell upon the village.
The rains had abandoned them for months, crops had withered, and desperation consumed the people. In their hopelessness, a group of villagers turned to a forbidden ritual, invoking forces they did not understand. They sought rain… but instead, they awakened the wrath of their village deity.
What followed was devastation.
A terrible plague swept through Zemura. Men, women, and children perished one by one. No prayer could stop it. No medicine could heal it.
From the ashes of despair rose a secretive cult. They promised salvation, but not through the deity who had protected the village for generations. No… they pledged their devotion to a demonic force buried beneath the soil.
Blood sacrifices became their faith.
Among the ordinary villagers lived Sumara and Banja — a humble couple, bound by love deeper than life itself. They wanted no power, no greed. Only a quiet life together.
But when the cult began its dark rituals, Banja stood against them. Together with a few villagers, he begged the people to turn back to the deity, to cleanse the land through pure devotion.
The cult would not forgive such defiance.
One night, under the silver moon, Sumara and Banja sat in their courtyard, whispering plans to save their home. That was when shadows descended.
Men cloaked in black robes broke into their house. Their eyes were hollow, their voices chanting. Before Banja could rise, a ritual dagger sank into his back.
He staggered, blood pooling beneath him. With trembling lips, he turned to Sumara.
> "I'll find you again… I promise."
"I love you, Sumara… I always have."
Before her tears could fall, a second dagger pierced Sumara's stomach.
Their blood mixed as they clutched each other's hands. With their final breath, they made a vow—
> "Next time, we won't let anyone tear us apart."
And so, their souls slipped into the night.
The village remained cursed.
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🌒 Present Day – Year 2028
Five centuries have passed. The world has changed, cities have risen, but Zemura still lingers in the shadows — hidden, forgotten, yet bound by darkness.
In the bustling modern city, a young man named Kin Ouren walks through the crowd.
Every step he takes draws eyes. His presence is magnetic — Alphas, Betas, men, women, even strangers on the street cannot help but turn.
For Kin is breathtakingly beautiful. His piercing blue eyes carry the sorrow of countless lifetimes, as though he has lived and lost a thousand times before.
He is an Omega. But not like others.
His scent doesn't just attract people. It draws animals. Spirits. Things that should not walk beside the living.
Some whisper he is cursed. Others believe he is chosen.
At his side is Shen Seizan, his best friend — a Beta, a police officer. Rational, kind, and skeptical of anything that can't be explained by law. Ghosts, curses, reincarnation — Shen believes in none of it.
But his disbelief will soon shatter.
Because Kin Ouren is not an ordinary boy.
He is the rebirth of a soul lost five hundred years ago.
And something in Zemura… is calling him home.
To Be Continued…
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