the girl with the demon eye

Chapter 1: The Disaster

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This is the story of Black Yamaki, a five-year-old girl from a royal family. She lived in a large mansion with her father, mother, older brother Tsuko, and little sister. Her life was simple and full of happiness. She went to school every day and returned with Tsuko, her protective brother. But one day, everything changed. That day seemed like any other. Black and Tsuko were returning from school, walking together on the familiar path that led to the mansion. But as soon as they arrived in front of the large mansion, Tsuko stopped abruptly. He turned to Black, bent down to her level, and took her in his arms. Without a word, he placed his hand over her eyes.

"Tsuko, what are you doing?" Black whispered, confused.

She didn't have time to say more. An explosion sounded, shaking the air around them. Black felt a shockwave go through his body. When Tsuko pulled her hand away from her eyes, what she saw terrified her: their house, the mansion where her entire family lived, was in flames, debris flying through the air. Her mother and little sister were still inside.

"Mom... My sister!" she screamed, panic rising in her voice.

Without hesitation, Tsuko ran towards the mansion, her legs swallowing the distance in a matter of seconds. Black wanted to hold her back, but she was frozen in fear. Tsuko disappeared into the burning house, determined to save their family. Moments later, a second explosion erupted. The blast of the explosion threw Tsuko out of the house, her limp body crashing to the ground. Black heard the heartbreaking screams of his mother and little sister. She rushed to Tsuko, who lay on the ground, badly injured.

She thought he was dead, but to her surprise, he slowly opened his eyes. In a weak, trembling voice, he whispered, "Black... take my phone... call for help..."

Tears streaming down his face, Black nodded. "Okay, big brother..." Trembling, she grabbed the phone from Tsuko's pocket and dialed 911. It took a long twenty-five minutes for help to arrive.

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A few days later... After the tragedy, Black and Tsuko moved into a modest apartment, far from the destroyed mansion. But every day, on her way home from school, Black had to pass by the ruins of their old home. One afternoon, she felt compelled to approach it. With a heavy heart, she entered the rubble. The scene was worse than in her nightmares. There, amidst the ruins blackened by the flames, she discovered the burned body of her little sister. Her hair was almost completely gone, her clothes were torn, charred, and her body bore gaping holes. You could see her bones, her ribs… But what made Black’s blood run cold was the fact that her sister’s eyes had been ripped out, leaving only empty, terrifying sockets. A scream of terror escaped her throat. She ran away, her heart pounding, her legs refusing to slow. When she got home, she didn’t tell Tsuko. She kept the secret to herself, the weight of the horror weighing on her young mind. That night, they ate in silence before Black retreated to his room, the images of his sister haunting her.

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Three months later… Black woke up one morning with an empty feeling in her chest. As she went downstairs to the kitchen, she realized that Tsuko wasn’t there. At first, she didn’t worry, thinking that maybe he had gone out to do some shopping. But hours passed, and he didn’t come back. She searched everywhere, but he seemed to have disappeared. Two weeks passed without any news from him. Black, now alone, lived in anguish. Then, one day, someone knocked on the door. It was social services. When they understood what had happened to Black, they took her in and placed her in a foster family. That's when her real hell began...