Chapter 1: The Silver Light
On the edge of a quiet forest, a mysterious glowing door appeared out of nowhere. Then it opened, and a pair of fair legs stepped out, followed by a figure cloaked in shadows. The figure paused, as if listening to a voice only they could hear, before observing the surroundings and slowly removing the cloak.
Revealed beneath it was a young woman with shimmering silver hair and eyes that seemed to hold the entire night sky. She walked toward the city, her steps silent but purposeful. Revenge burned in her chest—the couples who had killed her parents for their fortune, the ones who had sent people to destroy her innocence, to ruin her life.
A man stepped out of his house and looked at the sky. Then he knelt and whispered, "Welcome, Milady."
"Wait, you are Dexton," she said, recognition flashing in her eyes. "I think I saved you once. Are you here to help… or to show appreciation?"
Dexton smiled faintly, his eyes calm but unreadable. "I'm here… for both. But mostly to help."
She studied him for a moment, searching for any hint of deceit. Then, giving him a subtle signal, she said, "Wait here."
Dexton nodded silently, melting into the shadows, ready to follow her every move without being seen.
She stepped into the compound, moving cautiously, her senses alert. Inside, the room was dimly lit, filled with expensive furniture and portraits of the family she once knew. Her eyes locked onto a large desk where a sealed envelope lay, almost daring her to uncover its secrets.
As she approached, a silver light shot past her face with inches to spare. She pressed herself against the wall, squinting in the dark, and saw an eye—cold, calculating, watching her.
Her heart raced as she pressed herself against the wall, eyes narrowing to catch the source of the silver light. She could feel its gaze piercing her, and a chill ran down her spine as Dexton murmured from the shadows, "They know we're here… stay calm."
Taking a deep breath, she stared back, her gaze icy, and delivered a swift kick. The hidden mechanism beside the eye clicked, sending the surveillance orb tumbling to the floor.
Dexton emerged silently from the shadows, nodding in approval. "Quick thinking. Now, the envelope—careful, it could be more than it seems."
"Check around," she instructed, "there might still be more traps. Be careful."
Dexton nodded and disappeared into the shadows once more, moving like liquid through the darkness. Her eyes scanned the room meticulously. A faint creak from the far corner reminded her: the room was alive with secrets. Silent guardians waited for the wrong move, and she knew she had to be ready for anything.
She stood over the envelope, every muscle tense, ready for the next challenge.