Portrait of Burning Scarlet Eyes

He bought a surviving girl from the Kurta Clan on the black market: Viserat, a member of his clan who had one scarlet eye and had suddenly vanished when he was a child.

He knew nothing about her past or what she had been through. Even her emotions as a human being had disappeared. She had become something that could not die, a shell driven by commands.

The girl he had missed so dearly

seemed to be no longer herself.

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No. 13 was rescued from the black market by a blond boy. Her memories began at that very moment.

He told her her name, her past, and about her clan, but her life remained a vast unknown.

It didn't matter. It was all right not to know.

His hatred would become her hatred, and she would bear his fate.

They understood each other. Their blood bound them together.

"You gathered up the fragments of my scattered bomb,

then stitched them back together in the shape of a heart."

◎ I want to write a twin-flame kind of story, and try out a blank, emotionless heroine, something I haven't written before.

◎ Potential trigger: the heroine smokes.

◎ Plot-focused (maybe). This isn't a lighthearted, cheerful story.

◎ Going premium from Chapter 25 on April 1. Kisses~

Theme: Keep living bravely and welcome a bright future.