❝ you have a gift just like me. let me keep you safe from those who plan to kill us. ❞
↝ in which thirteen people are recruited by a man named woozi, brought to his underground safe haven for wielders called carat. there, they meet twelve other boys...
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"... here we are at the last match, will Crimson Riot be able to defeat our defending champion? Who will take home two hundred-fifty thousand won tonight?" The commentator hypes among the crowd's yelling, cheering for their favorite and talking trash about the two contenders.
She balls her fists tight, licking off the blood on her bottom lip from an earlier punch of the guy before this red-headed freak. It was a close call earlier, but she stayed strong and won the match. She has been the reigning champion for over four months now, she can't lose this one.
Well, she won't ever when her quirk plays a role.
"Come here, little girl. Let's see if you can handle me." Her opponent bares his yellow uneven teeth, grinning so maliciously at her. She hates these kinds of people, one of those who deserves to convulse to the ground. Most of these people in this underground ring are a bunch of criminals. She won't be surprised if this dead-beat loser has a record.
The tattooed girl only smiles, eyes gleaming under the spotlights. She despises it when they underestimate her. She speaks in a soft manner, underlying with mockery and confidence. "Why don't you come here and land a punch on this little girl?"
Crimson Riot snarls, lashing over to her with his fist ready, but he doesn't hit her. Instead, she activates her quirk and delivers an uppercut to his jaw, strong enough to make the behemoth break three of his teeth and land on the ground like a sack of potatoes. In ten minutes after they take him away, the poor bastard won't ever wake up.
"Aaand it's a knockout! The winner is still our defending champion, Leviathan!" The referee holds up her arm, as the crowd cheers for her. She relishes in that glory of winning, the power she has over everyone.
Go Daewon is a viper, a brute force of chaos and evil intent.
Someone like her shouldn't ever have a quirk that would bring demise upon everyone and everything around them.
And yet, here she is with Reaper, a death inducement quirk.
"You've done it again, Leviathan. I honestly don't know how you stay up afloat in our ring." The owner, Samson is what they call him, says as he tosses bundles of cash towards the girl's way. He looks rather dismayed, but it just fuels Daewon's desire to keep her spot at the top. "You've been racking up all my money."
Daewon takes her prize and puts in the inner pocket of her jacket. She tucks her hair out of the way, smiling so sweetly at the boss. "Thanks, I'm a crowd favorite. And besides, you got so much drug deals and losers snaking money from anyway. A loan shark shouldn't have a problem losing a bit of his cash."
