PROLOGUE – ARC RESONANCE
That night was wrapped in silence, as if the world itself was holding its breath.
Dark clouds devoured the moonlight, leaving the city in a living darkness, pulsing with something unseen.
Old buildings stood frozen, silent witnesses to secrets that refused to be unveiled.
Every breath of wind carried a creeping chill, piercing to the bone, an omen that something was awakening behind the silence.
In that darkness, thin crimson threads appeared faintly, like shadows unwilling to be recognized.
No eyes could catch them, yet they slithered, slowly coiling, binding souls without permission, without mercy.
"If this is fate… why does it feel like a curse?"
A whisper echoed, shapeless, originless. The words etched themselves into the heart, refusing to fade, marking the beginning of something that could never be undone.
Then, the resonance was born. Subtle, yet ever stronger, spreading from heart to heart.
It ignited fear, stirred ambition, and nurtured hatred. No one could escape, for the bond had already chosen its master.
From that night on, friendship changed its face.
What was once a pillar of trust turned into a trial, one that would separate loyalty from betrayal, and decide who would endure… and who would be the first to fall.
On the streets, this bond is not about love but about life and death.