In this world, there are two kinds of humans:
those born with magic... and those born without it.
Being born with magic is not always a blessing. To ordinary humans, magicians are not something to admire-they are something to fear.
Normal humans far outnumber magic users.
There are three official stages of magic:
1. Red Users
The most common type.
Their power is considered the "standard" level of magic.
2. White Users
Rare and far more powerful than Red users.
When they use magic, it appears breathtakingly beautiful-almost divine.
3. Black Users
The rarest stage in the entire country.
Their power is overwhelming.
If a Black user turns evil, chaos would swallow the world.
But there is something else.
Not a stage-an anomaly.
Crimson Red
It evolves from a Red user, but only under extraordinary circumstances.
It is the rarest ability in the world.
Its power rivals Black users-sometimes even surpasses them, depending on the wielder.
It carries the elegance of White magic...
and the destruction of Black.
Then, the virus came.
It did not discriminate-normal humans and magic users alike were infected.Society collapsed within months.The infected lost their memories.They attacked their own kind.Their bodies did not fully decay... but they did not remain stable either.
Flesh slowly melted and reformed in disturbing ways.
They were like zombies.But they were not zombies.Zombies hunt alone and cannot communicate.These creatures could.They spoke to each other.They strategized.They could think like humans.But they remembered nothingof their human lives.No loved ones. No past.Only one truth remained in their minds:
Humans are enemies.
Humans are food.
They were called-
Cannibals.
Infected normal humans were dangerous.Infected magicians were catastrophic.Because they still possessed magic.
Humanity tried to create a cure.At first, they believed they could restore the infected.But research proved otherwise.
There was no way to bring them back.
So the goal changed:
Not to reverse the virus-
But to stop it before it spread fully through the body.
The virus spreads through:
Bites
Contact with contaminated objects
Wearing infected belongings
Touch
Even breath, if a Cannibal exhales close enough to the mouth or nose
For three years, scientists tried.
And for three years-Every researcher working on a cure was brutally murdered by an assassin group.No one knew the gender of their leader.
No one had seen their face.
The government created a secret research base inside the largest school in the city:
Defodile School
Named after the founder's favorite flower.Scientists disguised themselves as teachers.They continued research in secret.And still-They were slaughtered.Their deaths were grotesque.Throats slit slowly.
Limbs severed.Faces crushed beyond recognition.It was torture designed to maximize suffering.
The assassins became the government's greatest nightmare
But they had another nightmare as well.
Kohinata Shi
The lawless detective.A woman in her thirties-perhaps.No one knew her exact age.She looked young.But her presence felt ancient.She had once been selected as an official detective.But when she caught criminals...She never handed them to the authorities.Instead-She tortured them.The greater the crime, the more brutal the punishment.
And then she killed them.There was no evidence tying her to the murders.
So how did people know?
Because she announced it herself.
At press conferences, she openly claimed responsibility.
But in court?She would smile and say:
"If I did it... where's your proof?
Show me evidence. Then I'll accept my punishment."
There was none.
The court had no choice but to release her.She remained a detective-on paper.Publicly monitored.
Officially "under suspicion."
Yet free.
She worked at a flower shop during the day.
And somehow-
Criminals continued to disappear.
She chose her targets carefully.
She killed only those she "took a liking to."
And despite everything-She was undefeated.She thought like a killer.
Because she was one.And the most terrifying part?She was a Black User.
The rarest magic in the country.When it came to hunting the assassins...The government had only one hope.Their second headache Kohinata Shi.
Defodile School
Footsteps echoed down the corridor.
Step.
Step.
Step.
A figure walked toward Class 2-A, holding a stack of papers.Her hair was tied in a short ponytail-barely longer than a finger.
Inside the classroom, students laughed loudly, unaware.She stopped at the door.Opened it.Silence slowly spread across the room.Without a word, she walked to the board.Chalk scratched against it.She wrote her name.Turned
around Smiled and said in a sweet voice
"Nice to meet you.from today I'm your new teacher...Kohinata Shi."