Chapter 2: The Night of the Attack

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When they awoke, Kazuki, Yumi, Riku, and Aiko found themselves in a dimly lit chamber. The air was thick with the smell of damp stone and old metal. Chains rattled as they struggled to sit up, their hands bound by heavy manacles. Panic surged through them as they realized they were no longer in their beloved town.

"Where are we?" Aiko's voice trembled, the bravado she usually carried nowhere to be found.

"I don't know," Kazuki replied, his mind racing. "But we need to stay calm. We'll find a way out of this."

Before they could formulate a plan, the door to the chamber creaked open, and a group of hooded figures entered. One of them, taller than the rest, stepped forward and removed his hood. His face was stern, lined with age and wisdom, but his eyes were cold and calculating.

"Welcome," he said, his voice as sharp as a blade. "You have been chosen."

"Chosen for what?" Riku demanded, his voice steady despite the fear gnawing at him.

The man ignored the question. "You will undergo rigorous training. You will learn to fight, to survive, to become something greater than you ever imagined. But first, you must forget your past."

"Forget our past?" Yumi echoed, horror creeping into her voice. "Why would we—"

"Because your past is no longer relevant. From this moment on, you belong to the Shadow Clan."

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