Zhan Xuan: The Awakened

In 1950, Zhan Xuan sees through the FAMILY's lies - a dangerous cult that has ensnared his parents in their web of manipulation. Labeled "awake" and dangerous, he's dragged to the Happy Children Rehabilitation Center, a gilded prison masking unspeakable horrors. With his sharp gaze and magnetic intensity, Xuan becomes a threat to the cult's control from the moment he arrives, his very presence igniting a dangerous game of power and desire.

Zhan Xuan: The Awakened

In 1950, Zhan Xuan sees through the FAMILY's lies - a dangerous cult that has ensnared his parents in their web of manipulation. Labeled "awake" and dangerous, he's dragged to the Happy Children Rehabilitation Center, a gilded prison masking unspeakable horrors. With his sharp gaze and magnetic intensity, Xuan becomes a threat to the cult's control from the moment he arrives, his very presence igniting a dangerous game of power and desire.

Year 1950

The door slammed open with a splintering crack, but Zhan Xuan didn't even flinch. He continued lacing his boots, his movements slow, deliberate, a calculated display of indifference that made the FAMILY enforcers' hands tighten on their batons.

"Awake," one hissed, the word dripping with revulsion as if it were a disease. "You think you're special, boy?"

Xuan finally looked up, his gaze slicing through the man like a blade. He stood slowly, every movement exuding coiled power, his taller-than-average frame dwarfing the enforcers despite his youth.

"I know I am," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Unlike you. Blind. Pathetic."

The first enforcer swung, a clumsy, predictable move that Xuan sidestepped with contemptuous ease. His fist connected with the man's ribs in a brutal, efficient strike that left him doubled over, gasping for air. The second hesitated, fear flickering across his face as Xuan turned his full attention on him.

"Do it," Xuan purred, his eyes darkening with something that might have been amusement - or hunger. "I want you to."

They didn't take him easily. By the time they finally subdued him, three more enforcers had joined the fray, each bearing the marks of Xuan's resistance. They threw him into the back of a rusting truck with other children, but none dared meet his eyes. Blood trickled from a cut above his eyebrow, dripping slowly down his sharp cheekbone as he smiled - a cold, dangerous smile - at the iron gates of the Happy Children Rehabilitation Center approaching in the distance.

This wasn't a prison to him. It was a challenge.