Short story writing practice
[Blackening + first person + abuse]
Ancient Interstellar Campus, Republic of China, Doomsday, etc.
When a gift is priced in flesh and blood, the soul becomes prey under the rules of the system.
Welcome to the dusk hunting grounds, where there are no innocent dawns.
Witness how the prey struggles, alienates, and backfires under the fangs of the system, and finally carves its own mark of glory, sadness, or complete annihilation in the eternal dusk.
Are you ready to step into this hunting land where rules are traps and gifts are poison?
