White Crow

In a world where survival is a daily battle, Mizu, a fiercely independent girl, fights not just for bread, but for a sense of belonging. Haunted by loss and a yearning for answers, her path intertwines with a mysterious boy named Shiro. But when a dark force rips Shiro away, Mizu must choose: succumb to the harsh realities of her slum life or transform her grief into a burning resolve for revenge. What secrets lie hidden in the shadows, and how far will Mizu go to reclaim what was taken from her?

White Crow

In a world where survival is a daily battle, Mizu, a fiercely independent girl, fights not just for bread, but for a sense of belonging. Haunted by loss and a yearning for answers, her path intertwines with a mysterious boy named Shiro. But when a dark force rips Shiro away, Mizu must choose: succumb to the harsh realities of her slum life or transform her grief into a burning resolve for revenge. What secrets lie hidden in the shadows, and how far will Mizu go to reclaim what was taken from her?

The roaring cheers of the arena crowd were a distant echo to Mizu, a fifteen-year-old girl, as she stood over her fallen opponent. The thick, metallic scent of blood hung heavy in the air, a familiar perfume in this hellish 'Survival Game.' Her left arm throbbed, a fresh, deep slice bleeding profusely, but her grip on the silver knife was unwavering.

"What do you want? Wealth, Fame, Power, or Freedom?" the host's voice boomed, cutting through the din. Mizu's eyes, sharp and burning with an unsettling fire, swept over the throng of bloodthirsty spectators, finally landing on a man in the VIP section, who offered a chilling, devious smile.

"None of these," she declared, her voice echoing with a surprising clarity. Then, with a sudden, raw power that silenced the entire arena, she screamed, "I only want to kill that man!" Her knife, still dripping with the last kill, pointed accusingly at him.