Shadow Requiem

——#1W IF U WANT A LOT OF DISCUSSION, THIS STORY IS FOR U——

The world Yuren stepped into felt like a secret no one was meant to discover.

Picture a wall. Three hundred fifty meters high. Taller than anything you've ever seen, rising like a god's mistake behind his grandfather's place. Out there, beyond that monster of a barrier, things that shouldn't exist prowled in the light and the dark— creatures the size of cars, mouths wide enough to swallow you whole, teeth built to crush bone.

Yuren had trekked up the mountains of San Sinucob to see his grandfather. Now he stood beside the man he'd always looked up to—the one whose hair he used to mess up as a kid, back when he didn't have the right word for it yet.

Hernicle. Seven feet two inches of living legend. The kind of old that made age sound powerful, not weak. Wild white hair—like he'd lost every fight with a comb he'd ever had. He moved like he owned gravity. You felt smaller just standing near him. A smile like a king. A voice so deep, you half-expected it to split the sky every time he spoke.

Then there was Zero. The kid from the other side—from inside that haunted forest, Sariayah. Same age as Yuren, but he looked like he'd stepped out of a dream: gold hair, a face sculpted to make angels jealous, and a crooked grin that never felt safe. You saw that grin, and you braced yourself. Trouble. Every time.

Zero was the reason they were standing there at all. He'd yanked Yuren along for the ride—no warning, not a word. Just like that, they slipped through the wall and into a fortress in the dead of night, heading straight into gunfire.

Soldiers against terrorists. No time to think, no room for doubt. Their bodies made decisions before their minds could catch up. They were fighting alongside the soldiers before either of them had a say—mostly because Zero jumped in first and Yuren wasn't about to let him do it alone. That's how it always went. When Zero charged ahead, Yuren followed. Living, dying—those ideas felt pretty far off when your world was chaos and bullets.

It was madness. One of the wildest nights of Yuren's life.

Zero? He grinned his way through all of it—like the whole mess was just the best kind of game. Utterly reckless. Allergic to fear. Addicted to stupid risks.

If this is where they begin—God help wherever they end up.

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Note: This story is 'MULTI POV, COMPLEX AND FOR EVERYONE, GIRLS OR BOYS, YOUNG OR ADULTS.'

#Urban Fantasy [Main Genre]