In a world ravaged by destruction, a ruthless villain seeks to dominate all, fueled by an insatiable lust for power. His sinister ambitions are deeply personal, driven by a centuries-old vendetta against a some people with extraordinary abilities.
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With stealthy grace, Yn slipped through the doorway, her eyes scanning the room with caution. She glided silently across the floor, her footsteps muffled by the soft carpet as she made her way into the adjacent room, her movements deliberate and precise.
In an instant, a vice-like grip seized her wrist, yanking her backward into the darkness. Yn's arm was pinned roughly against the wall, the abrupt movement leaving her breathless. The blackness was absolute, rendering her sightless, as she struggled to discern the identity of her captor.
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Yn's voice was barely audible as she stammered, "Wh-who are you?" The mysterious figure's response was laced with a hint of triumph, "So, you're alive... I knew he wouldn't let you die."
Yn's eyes widened as she struggled to comprehend, her voice cracking as she asked again, "Wh-who?" The figure's reply was simple, yet profound "You're Jimin."
The silence that followed was deafening, a heavy pause that hung in the air like a challenge, awaiting Yn's response.
"What does that mean?" Yn's voice rose in desperation, her eyes darting around the darkness.
"Where is he? Where is Jimin?!" she demanded, her words laced with a sense of urgency.
The mysterious figure's response was swift and silencing, "SHHH! Don't worry, kitten, he's with us, somewhere far away. It's better to forget about him."
Yn's response was instantaneous, her tone defiant, "No! I need to go to him!" She began to struggle, her movements frenetic, as she tried to break free from the figure's grasp.
"I won't be held back!" she exclaimed, her voice echoing through the darkness.
"Stop!" The man abruptly said. I froze, my struggles momentarily suspended as my gaze locked onto the figure.
In the faint light, my eyes narrowed in on a peculiar marking on his neck - an "xo" symbol that seemed to be etched into his skin like a tattoo, yet appeared strangely ephemeral.
