Nyx woke up from her bed. For her, it was just an ordinary day.
She had gotten used to the so-called academy life.
Even though she didn't show it, she was slowly starting to enjoy it– just a little.
She had been trained in isolation even since she was just a child.
Her father had raised her to become a secret weapon for the clan.
Ruthless and strong.
A perfect blade in the shadows.
That was her fate.
Or at least, it was supposed to be.
Yet, no matter how much he tried to break her, some part of her emotions still remained.
Held tightly together by a single memory.
Her mother's gentle hands combing her hair, whispering words she could barely recall now.
That was the only warm memory she had. The last thing that was keeping her from turning into a true monster.
Then there was her brother.
That idiot.
Unlike her, he didn't have any restrictions. He wasn't raised to become a perfect weapon.
No restrictions.
No endless training.
