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Chapter 1 — The Festival
The gang was getting ready for the carnival Festival.
The girls were still busy with makeup while Strom and Sam waited outside.
Sam: "Bro, girls are taking too much time now…"
Strom: "I got an idea actually… I'll be back in moment."
(Runs away instantly)
Sam: "…Now I have to wait for him too, Oh God!"
Strom sprinted straight to the castle of Helena and Myra.
He knocked.
The door opened—Helena immediately leaped forward and kissed his cheek.
Helena: "My brother!"
Strom: "Want to go somewhere cool?"
Myra: "Where?"
Strom: "A carnival!"
Helena: "You mean a dungeon full of spiders?"
Strom: "No! Carnival means a place full of different things—games, food, acts, rides, everything."
Myra: "But humans don't like us…"
Helena: "Yes, we are Elves. They hate us."
Strom: "Don't worry. I'll cover your wings, and no one will know you're elves. They'll think you're just two 7-year-old kids."
Myra: "Actually I'm 89."
Helena: "Me too."
Strom: "Okay okay… let's go."
He took his elven sisters and headed straight to his house.
When they reached, Strom told Wraith to dress them like kids and cover their wings properly so they would blend in.
After everyone got ready—
Strom, Wraith, Sam, Astrid, Myra, Helena, Lisa, and Elena—
They all went to the Festival.
The place was alive—lights, music, laughter, people dancing, kids running, stalls overflowing with food and games.
For a moment…
Everything felt peaceful.
Everything felt normal.
Chapter 2 — The Duty of Knight
Everyone was enjoying the festival…
Except Wraith.
She wanted to spend time with Strom, but The Dragon Knight was completely busy with his elf sisters.
Wraith (peak jealousy): "I swear I'll kill that brother knight…"
Astrid: "Easy, Wraith. He's busy, you know."
Wraith: "He MUST pay some attention to ME too, not just to his elves!"
Lisa: "He said it's the first time Helena and Myra have ever been to a festival like this."
Wraith: "Yeah but leaving his own girlfriend like this is, That's NOT fair!"
Sam: "Hey Wraith!… I got an idea. Look."
They all followed Sam's finger—and saw Zyphus and Violet at the shooting stall.
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Shooting Games Area
Violet: "If you shoot that apple, I'll believe you're some great knight. Otherwise… just some—"
Zyphus: "You little archer dare to challenge ME? Watch how I shoot that apple."
Violet: Shoot first, talk less.
Zyphus paid 5 silver coins, grabbed the bow, aimed…
Miss.
Second arrow—miss.
Third—also miss.
Zyphus: "This bow is faulty. You can't blame me for that."
Violet immediately paid 5 silver coins, grabbed the bow herself, and—
Thwip!
Dead perfect.
Second shot—perfect.
Third shot—perfect.
Not a single one misses the target.
Zyphus's jaw hit the ground.
Zyphus: "HOW?!"
Sam and the team approached from behind.
Sam: "You need more practice, knight."
Zyphus: "More insults...fantastic!"
Wraith: "We won't insult you if you do us a favor."
Zyphus: "What favor?"
Wraith: "I want that Dragon Knight to spend time with ME, not with those elves."
Zyphus: "Ohhh, so I need to handle the sisters gang. Right?"
Sam: "Yes". (pointing to Lisa )
Zyphus: "Why not."
A moment later—
Zyphus became the Ultimate Brother of All Time,
carrying bags, toys, food plates, guiding all the sisters together like a responsible Men.
Diamond Knight has fallen… to babysitting duty.
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The Team Splits Up
Zyphus, Violet, Elena, Lisa, Helena, and Myra went toward the Acts section.
Astrid and Sam headed to the Games.
Strom and Wraith went to the Drama section.
But Strom had other plans.
He wanted to see the Gladiator fights.
Wraith wanted to see a romantic drama.
Wraith: "So let's go—"
Strom: "Yep, ready to see the fight."
Wraith: "Fight? No, we're going to wa—"
Before she could finish, Strom lifted her in his arms and walked straight toward the Gladiator arena.
Wraith: "This is called CHEATING!"
Strom: "Everything is fair in FunFair."
Wraith: "God Damn you Strom!"
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Everyone was enjoying the festival…
Completely unaware of the danger approaching.
Chapter 3 — The Corpse
The next morning in Strom's house, after breakfast, everything felt peaceful.
Violet: "That Funfair was insane. I'm going again."
Myra: *Yeah! Especially the clown! I'm in too."
Strom: "Insane? Those gladiators don't even know how to fight. Even street dogs fight better."
Wraith: "I told you to come with me for the emotional drama."
Strom: "Love is shit."
Zyphus: "Your girlfriend is right here… behave yourself, idiot."
Wraith: *You don't know how to enjoy life, don't you?"
Strom: "Before we get pissed off—boys, let's get the hell out of here."
Sam, Strom, and Zyphus left for a morning walk, leaving the girls at home.
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On the Road
Strom: "She never shows if she really loves me."
Sam: "Dude. You literally call her "bitch" and expect a kiss in return."
Zyphus: "…Really?"
Strom: "Listen—"sweetheart, honey, babe"… that's fake love.
But "bitch"? That's a real feeling. Straight from the heart."
Sam: "I hope Wraith kicks your ass."
Zyphus: "After hearing that? I hope she breaks your spine."
They kept joking and laughing…
Until they saw a group of villagers crowding outside a small house, whispering in fear.
The boys walked closer.
And instantly went silent.
Because this was the first time they saw something like this.
A girl was lying dead—brutally murdered.
More than 37 stab wounds.
Her skull cracked.
Half her hair ripped out.
Deep cuts all over the body.
One foot missing.
Blood everywhere—the floor looked like a red ocean.
Strom and Sam stepped back instantly.
But Zyphus kept staring.
He fought monsters like this, daily…
but this? This crossed every limit.
Sam: "What kind of monster…?! Does he even have a heart!?"
Strom: "After seeing the body… this isn't normal. This is a psycho."
Zyphus: "No.
This feels like he hates her more than anything."
Strom: "The wounds… feel like he used—"
Sam (interrupting): "A Cleaver. But cursed."
Zyphus: "What curse?"
Sam: "I can't tell without the weapon. But I can feel it.
That blade is cursed… definitely cursed."
Strom: "Even demons show mercy.
But this… I don't even have words."
Zyphus: "Villagers say the girl had many affairs.
Maybe some psycho lover caught her cheating."
Sam: "Maybe.
But I think it's something beyond our thinking."
Strom: "Why do you think that?"
Sam: "He kept attacking until he was satisfied.
And then he took her foot.
That's… wrong. That's an obsession or ritual."
Strom: "It's strange.
She lived with family—how did no one hear anything?"
Zyphus: "No. She lived alone.
He killed her somewhere else…
and placed her corpse here when the place was empty.
This house stayed empty for three days."
Strom: "How do you know?"
Zyphus: "Villagers.
They're giving every detail they can."
Sam: "Even closing my eyes makes me see that scene again.
It's horrible."
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The trio returned home…
But the happiness was gone.
No one smiled.
And they didn't tell the others what they saw.
But deep inside their hearts…
a fire was burning.
Chapter 4: The Hunt
Strom, Sam, and Zyphus never rested that night.
Their eyes were red, their minds running a thousand possibilities — best case, worst case, every nightmare in between.
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Sam: "Bro… I'm telling you. He has to be from the fair."
Strom: "Why do you think that?"
Before Sam could explain, Zyphus leaned forward, voice sharp.
Zyphus: "No… he's right. I've been thinking the same thing."
Sam: "The cleaver he used. The cuts on the body… that's a chef's work. The cooks in the fair use those heavy bone-cutting blades."
Strom's eyes widened slightly.
Strom: "Yes… yes! You're right. And he handles non-veg all day — he knows exactly how to break bones… slice flesh…"
Zyphus: cracks knuckles "Good. Because now we'll slice him."
Strom: "We still don't have proof."
Zyphus: "…shit. My bad."
Sam exhaled.
Sam: "Girls want to go to the festival again. Maybe we use that. If the chef stares at someone… focuses on someone…"
Strom: "Then that person is the next target."
Zyphus: grinning darkly "And the chef becomes our target."
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Evening — Back to the Fair
Everyone came again — Strom, Sam, Zyphus, Astrid, Wraith, Lisa, Violet and the elves, all of them.
The fair was glowing with lights, children playing, people laughing…
But Strom, Sam, and Zyphus?
Their eyes scanned everything.
Every corner.
Every shadow.
Every face.
Sam kept a distant stare locked on the chef's stall, pretending to stand casually while his senses were razor sharp.
Strom (quiet): "Anything?"
Sam: "Not yet. He is busy with curry."
Zyphus: "Relax. He won't look suspicious in a crowd like this. A killer hides best in noise."
So they waited.
And waited.
And waited.
But nothing happened.
No strange movement.
No weird stare.
No attempt to leave his stall.
The fair slowly emptied out until only a few families remained.
When the chef finally packed his things and started walking home, the boys exchanged a look.
They pretended to leave…
then slipped into the shadows and began following him silently.
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The Chef's House
He walked to a small old house at the edge of the town.
The boys stayed hidden behind broken walls and dead trees.
The chef unlocked his door, went in…
And they peeked through a dusty window.
What they saw was not a killer planning his next hunt—
But a man is eating dinner.
And then going to sleep like a normal person.
Strom: "…he isn't hunting?"
Zyphus: "Wait. Maybe he hunts at midnight. Psycho killers love midnight."
So they waited outside.
Wandering around to stay awake.
Watching the windows.
Listening for footsteps.
Hours passed.
Nothing.
Midnight came.
Nothing.
2 AM.
3 AM.
4 AM.
Nothing.
And when the sun finally rose, around 7 AM, the chef woke up…
And started washing clothes.
Strom: "Morning already… he can't kill anyone now."
Zyphus: "Feels like we suspected the wrong guy…"
Sam: "But how? The clues matched…"
Strom: "Bro let's go home. I'm exhausted."
Zyphus: "Same. I need a bed before I kill someone by mistake."
They turned back, dragging their tired bodies toward the house…
Still confused.
Still unsatisfied.
Still suspecting everyone.
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But then they saw it.
A large crowd ahead.
People screaming.
Guards pushing through.
Someone crying.
And everyone feels their heart skips.
Someone was targeted again.
And this time…
It was much, much worse.
Chapter 5: Second Corpse
When they reached the crowd, all three froze.
This scene…
This wasn't murder.
This was slaughter.
Even the first corpse felt like nothing compared to what lay on the ground now.
Blood soaked the dirt.
Small pieces of flesh scattered like someone had thrown them around for fun.
One eye ripped out and crushed.
Jaw hacked open by a blade.
Lungs pierced cleanly.
One arm chopped halfway.
Half the skin peeled off.
This wasn't killing.
This was pure madness.
Strom's voice trembled.
Strom: "I… can't…"
They turned away, unable to keep looking — faces pale, eyes wide, rage burning in their chests.
Zyphus clenched his fists until blood almost dripped.
Zyphus: "I'm going to kill him. I swear— I will tear him apart now."
Sam: "But … the chef was there the whole night. We all saw that."
Strom inhaled slowly.
Strom: "Then it's not the chef."
Zyphus: "Maybe someone is framing him. Making him look like the killer."
Sam: "That… actually makes sense. But who?"
Strom: "Following random people won't help anymore. We need to patrol the whole village."
Zyphus scoffed.
Zyphus: "Bro your village is huge. Just the three of us? We can't cover everything."
Strom: "Then we need help."
Zyphus stepped back, frustrated.
Zyphus: "Strom please… they're not ready for this."
Sam: "He's right. This thing isn't normal. It's dangerous."
Strom didn't blink.
Strom: "He won't stop. But we have to."
A long silence.
Then Zyphus sighed.
Zyphus: "…fine. But don't tell them how the bodies looked. They won't handle it."
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Back at the House – The Bomb Drops
They returned home and gathered the girls.
They told them someone was hunting girls at night…
But they hid the details of the corpses — the brutal, horrifying state.
Wraith's eyes narrowed.
Wraith: "So a psycho killer targeting innocent girls?"
Violet crossed her arms, annoyed.
Violet: "Can't those brats give us one peaceful festival? This news ruined my mood."
Astrid cracked her knuckles with a grin.
Astrid: "Actually… I'm in. I really wanna crush some bones."
Later, at night, they moved out.
But Strom refused to risk the little ones — Elena, Helena, Myra, and Lisa stayed home under protection.
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The Plan
Zyphus gathered everyone.
Zyphus: "Listen carefully. Don't fight him. Don't get caught.
We don't know how strong he is — and he's using a cursed weapon.
Never… ever fight him alone."
Everyone nodded and spread out.
Their plan was simple:
Search for clues and meet at the village square every hour.
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2 AM — All good.
3 AM — All good.
4 AM — All good.
5 AM — Something's wrong.
They gathered again…
Strom.
Sam.
Zyphus.
Wraith.
Astrid.
All of them were there.
Except one.
Violet didn't show up.
Chapter 6: The Heel of sister
Everyone scattered instantly — panic in their veins.
Violet was missing.
A monster was hunting girls.
And Strom felt the guilt slicing deeper than any blade.
This was his plan.
His idea to involve the team.
And now Violet is gone.
But Zyphus…
Zyphus was breaking apart.
The Diamond Knight — the rough, confident, unshakeable warrior — was now trembling, voice cracking.
Zyphus: "VIOLET!!!"
But no reply.
He kept screaming her name until his throat turned raw.
He ran.
He sprinted.
He searched every corner.
He wouldn't stop.
Everyone knew Violet was adopted.
But Zyphus never ever cared.
To him, she was more than blood — she was his world, his reason, his little sister.
The one person he would become a monster for.
No hesitation.
Only Violet mattered.
Near the forest, beside the bamboo trees, Zyphus saw it:
Violet's heel.
His final scream tore through the entire village.
Everyone ran toward it — and when they reached, the sight froze them.
Zyphus, the fearless knight, was on his knees…
crying over Violet's half-dead body.
She had been hunting the killer…
but ended up hunted.
A deep slice tore across her chest.
Collarbone chopped.
A straight cut from forehead to ear.
A crushing chop on her knee.
Blood everywhere.
But somehow…
she was still alive.
Zyphus tried lifting her, but his hands shook uncontrollably.
His sister — the one he spent his whole childhood protecting — was now begging him…
Violet (weak, trembling): "It's over, Zy… I can't… please…"
Zyphus: "You'll be fine! Please, Violet, stay with me!"
Violet: "Let me go… this hurts more… please kill me… brother… I beg you…"
Everyone carefully picked her up and rushed back to the house.
But Violet kept begging, sobbing in pain.
Violet: "Strom… please… at least you…"
Strom: "We're almost home, Violet. Hold on…"
Violet: "Why won't you listen… I know I won't survive… please free me from this pain…"
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At the House
The girls inside froze when they saw Violet's condition.
They placed her on a bed — the blanket instantly turned red.
Wraith didn't think twice.
She cut her palm and let her blood drip onto Violet...
But nothing changed.
Wraith: "Come on… work… why it's not working!?"
Sam: "You said your blood heals pure bodies—"
Strom: "Just hurry!"
Everyone scrambled — herbs, bandages, hot water, healing spells — anything that could help.
Myra and Sam healed her minor wounds, but the deep ones stayed the same.
Myra: "If you bring me the weapon that injured her, I can heal her!"
Zyphus: "But… I don't know where he is!"
Myra: "I'll try my best. Don't lose hope."
(She ran out immediately)
Zyphus grabbed his hair, shaking, crying, his whole world collapsing right in front of him.
He felt helpless.
Hopeless.
All the sisters he had protected at the festival slowly walked toward him…
And then embraced him...
All of them at once: "Everything will be fine, brother. We're here.
We won't let our sister die.
We'll save her."
Zyphus eyes wet in emotions...
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Outside
Strom punched a tree so hard the wood cracked.
His knuckles split and bled.
Strom: "It's your fault she's dying… It's Yours…"
The house that was filled with laughter just a day ago was now drowning in fear.
The happiness was gone.
No one was smiling.
Everyone was fighting to keep Violet alive…
But deep down, Strom felt like he was dying from the guilt.
Chapter 7: For Money
Hours passed.
The room was silent.
Then Violet finally opened her eyes.
Everyone was there. Not a single person had left her side.
Violet (trying to lighten the mood): "You guys won't even let me die, huh…"
Zyphus (voice soft, eyes red):
"Just rest. You'll be fine…"
Then Violet whispered something that froze everyone.
Violet: "White powder…"
Strom: "What?"
Violet: "The man who attacked me… he wore a dark brown robe.
And… there was white powder on it…"
Sam's eyes widened.
"White powder… dark robe…"
Zyphus suddenly stood up, panic turning into anger.
Zyphus: "Oh No! He was in front of us… the whole time."
Strom: "Who?"
Zyphus: "The clown."
Everything clicked instantly.
Of course no one suspected the clown — he was from the kids' area, harmless, playful.
He closed his stall early every night.
Plenty of time to commit the murders.
Sam: "He uses white powder for makeup!, Damn it"
Strom (unsheathing his blade): "He's dead now."
They didn't wait.
They didn't think.
The entire team rushed out to hunt the clown, leaving the elf sisters and Lisa inside the house.
Zyphus: "I'm going to rip him apart."
Strom: "His play ends tonight."
But none of them noticed…
…the killer was already outside the house.
A shadow in a dark robe.
A blade hidden.
Slow steps toward Violet's door.
Inside the festival grounds, the team spread out.
It was the last day — but the clown wasn't there.
His stall was gone.
He had vanished.
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Meanwhile — Inside the House
The killer slipped in through the window.
Silent.
Cold.
Merciless.
He walked toward Violet's room, blade ready.
Just as he lifted it—
SHRAKKKKK!
An arrow hit the floor, inches from his foot.
He looked up —
Elena stood in the hallway, bow drawn, fire in her eyes.
Before he could react—
CRACK!
Lisa smashed a wooden box over his head.
Helena and Myra instantly tackled him, chained him, and ripped off his mask.
The sisters captured him like a pro squad.
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The Team Returns
The door burst open.
Strom, Zyphus, and Sam rushed in, furious and breathless.
Helena: "He came to kill Violet… but we caught him."
Strom and Zyphus stormed inside ready to kill.
Zyphus summoned his spear.
Strom's blue blade glowed.
But when they looked at the captured man…
They froze.....
It was the chef....
Strom's guilt exploded. He didn't think — he swung his blade at the chef.
Zyphus barely stopped him.
Strom: "LEAVE ME! I'LL KILL HIM NOW!"
Zyphus: "You know it's not him!"
The truth hit Strom like a hammer.
And then… interrogation began.
Strom grabbed the chef by the collar.
Strom (cold): "Why did you attack her?"
Chef (terrified): "S-Sorry! I didn't know she was sick!"
SLAP!
Strom hit him hard.
Strom( cold as ice ): "Answer the question."
Chef: "H-He told me to do it!"
Zyphus: "Who!?"
Chef: "I… I don't know…"
SLAP!
This time Sam hit him even harder.
Sam: "LIE AGAIN and you won't be able to talk ever again."
Chef (crying): "I swear! He said he'd give me 50 gold coins for a small prank!"
Strom: "A prank?"
Chef: "He said just scare his sister! Nothing more! Just scare her! I don't earn much… 50 gold coins is big money for me… please… please let me go…"
Sam sighed.
"Leave this village. Now."
The chef ran.
He saw death… but survived only because he wasn't the true hunter.
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Aftermath
Zyphus sat beside Violet.
She held his hand weakly.
Violet: "I'm fine, Zy… you can rest now."
Zyphus: "I don't want to rest. I want revenge… from that clown."
She nodded slowly.
Violet: "Before he left… he was doing something with that big rock near me…"
Zyphus: "Before he left?"
Violet: "Yes… he didn't kill me.
He attacked me… and left me to die."
He kissed her forehead.
Zyphus: "Stay safe, my Little Archer."
He stepped outside and found Strom and Sam inspecting the blade.
It was fake.
Not cursed.
Not the weapon that hurt her.
Zyphus: "Strom. I need your help."
Strom: "Sure, Anything."
Zyphus: "Violet saw him doing something with a big rock.
We need to go there."
He looked at Sam.
Strom: "Sam, you stay here. Protect everyone.
If you see anything suspicious… Just kill it."
Sam smirked. "No one can escape me."
And then Strom and Zyphus disappeared into the night…
To uncover their first real clue.
Chapter 8 — The Rock of Message
Strom and Zyphus walked side-by-side toward the place where they had found Violet.
The forest was quiet — unnaturally quiet — as if even the wind feared stepping where blood had fallen.
Strom (walking): "Zyphus!…"
Zyphus: "What?"
Strom: "I'm sorry, friend. You had to face all this because of me. Violet had to suffer because of my plan. This is my fault."
Zyphus: "No, Strom. It's not on you. I let Violet join the investigation. If I'd kept her at home… she wouldn't be lying like that now."
Strom clenched his fist.
Strom: "Whatever happens, I'm with you. Even if that brat hides in hell itself, I'll drag him out."
Zyphus: "…It's okay, brother."
They finally reached the spot.
The smell of dried blood still lingered — cold, metallic, unforgiving.
Through the darkness, something felt off.
Strom: "Wait!."
He unsheathed his blue blade.
The moment it ignited with a bright glow, the truth revealed itself.
A message was carved deep into the stone.
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MESSAGE ON THE ROCK:
"Find the house that burned my identity.
Find the man who ruined my life.
It's been more than 30 years… and I know he was alive and survived."
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Strom: "What the hell does this mean?"
Zyphus: "I don't know… but "30 years"… this has to be tied to his past trauma."
Strom: "A burned house. A man who ruined his life. We need more clues."
Zyphus: "He always writes messages near his victims or his hideouts… let's check again."
They rushed to the houses where corpses were previously found.
And yes — the same message was carved into the wooden walls.
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Zyphus: "If we find the man who ruined his life, we'll find him."
Strom: "And when we do… he'll count his last breaths."
---
The next morning, Strom and Zyphus packed their bags.
Zyphus (to Violet): "I'll be back soon. You'll be fine."
Violet: "I know you'll come back… take care."
And then the two knights set off.
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Searching the Villages
They travelled from village to village where festivals had taken place, asking locals if they had ever seen or heard about the killer.
Every result…
Every answer…
Every witness…
Only led to the same carved message.
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Strom: "If we can find that burned house… we'll find everything."
So they searched.
Burned houses, abandoned structures, rebuilt ruins.
Any place matching:
A house burned by a man.
It happened 30 years ago.
Someone survived, but badly burned.
Hours passed.
Finally — a woman stepped out from a small cottage.
Woman: "You're talking about that burned house? You're right… but the boy who survived doesn't live here anymore."
Strom: "Who was he?"
Woman: "Brin. You must be talking about him."
Zyphus's eyes sharpened.
Zyphus: "His name… is Brin?"
Woman: "Yes. Good child. His mother died when their house burned. Somehow he survived. I took him in… he was only 11.
When he turned 19, he disappeared, leaving only a letter."
Strom: "A letter?"
Zyphus: "Do you still have it?"
Woman: "Yes… wait here."
She returned carrying an old, yellowed paper.
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Letter from Brin:
"I don't know what to say.
Thank you for raising me.
But I must get revenge on that man.
I'm sorry for the burden I caused.
— Brin"
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Strom felt a chill.
Strom: The way he writes his letters… M, W, F, N, T, A…
Same handwriting style.
Zyphus: "It's definitely him."
Strom: "Ma'am… do you know anything about his family?"
Woman: "Not much. I wasn't here long before the fire.
Just that his father… was a heavy alcoholic."
Strom: "Thank you, ma'am."
Zyphus: "Truly. Thank you."
They bowed respectfully and left.
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The Next Lead
They stood outside, tension building.
Strom: "If his father was an alcoholic…"
Zyphus: "Then the closest bar is our next destination."
Both knights tightened their cloaks.
Together, they headed toward the nearest bar —
the next piece of Brin's shadowed past waiting to be uncovered.
Chapter 9 — The Final Clue
Strom and Zyphus reached the old bar, but the place was almost deserted.
Only an elderly waiter stood behind the counter, and two old men quietly drank in the corner.
Strom: "Time to find out."
Zyphus: "Let's go."
They entered casually, pretending to just hang around. While walking past the old men, they began talking loudly on purpose, hoping to trigger someone's reaction.
Strom: "Yeah, you're right… Brin was a good guy."
Zyphus: "I wonder who burned his house… but the boy still kept a great heart."
Strom: "Burned face, burned childhood… but he never gave up. He had the will to live."
They glanced around.
Nothing.
No one reacted strangely.
The two old men didn't even flinch.
So they approached them.
Strom: "Excuse me sir, do you know anything about the house that burned years ago?"
Old Man: "No idea, son. That was way before our time."
Zyphus: "Thanks…"
They walked out of the bar, defeated.
Strom: "It's over… we need to find Brin directly."
Zyphus: "His father is probably dead by now."
They started heading back toward Strom's village…
But suddenly Zyphus stopped.
His eyes widened.
Strom: "What happened?"
Zyphus: "Strom… we missed a huge clue."
Strom: "What clue?"
Zyphus: "Bro… the waiter.
He had a burn mark on his hand."
Both of them froze.
Strom & Zyphus (together): "His hand… burned when he ignited that house."
Their hearts dropped.
They sprinted back toward the bar.
But when they arrived—
The bar was already closed.
Doors locked.
Torch exhausted.
No one inside.
Zyphus: "Shit! We're late!"
Strom: "Now we must wait till the bar opens again."
Zyphus: "…No.
I don't think that the waiter will ever come back alive."
Strom: "Why?"
Zyphus pointed toward a dark corner near the building — a shadowy alley.
A place where silence swallowed everything.
Strom stepped forward.
There, lying on the ground…
The Dark Robe.
Brin's cloak.
But Brin himself was completely gone. He was silently following them.
Zyphus: "He's hunting him. He will kill that man."
Strom: "Hurry! Spread out!"
Both knights broke into a run, splitting in opposite directions.
They had only one goal now:
Find the waiter.
The man who burned the house.
The man who destroyed Brin's life.
And save him before Brin finds him first.
Chapter 10 — My Past
The waiter — the same man who burned the house all those years ago — walked down the empty road casually, humming like he was the most innocent man alive.
Waiter: "Hah… Brin. They'll never know who I am."
He was smiling to himself.
Until he saw someone…
A clown, peeking at him from behind a tree.
The old man froze.
His throat dried instantly.
And then he noticed the blade in the clown's hand.
The clown stepped out… slowly… quietly…
No longer the funny character from the Festival.
No makeup joy.
No fake smiles.
Only a living nightmare.
Old Man: "W–What do you want from me!?"
The clown tilted his head.
Clown: RUN! AHAHAHAHA!
The old man ran for his life.
The clown chased him with laughter that could shatter bones.
The area was abandoned, silent, almost forgotten.
A perfect place for a sinner to hide.
And a perfect place for a hunter to strike.
The waiter screamed for help, but decades of alcohol had weakened him — his voice barely louder than a whisper.
He stumbled, tripped, and ran again.
But the clown stayed right behind him, never striking, never stopping… just waiting for him to break.
Eventually, they reached an old abandoned dungeon.
The old man fell to his knees.
Crying.
Begging.
Old Man: "Please… please leave me! I don't even know you! What do you want!?"
The clown's laughter abruptly stopped.
A cold whisper:
Clown: 'You don't remember me…?
Father."
The old man turned pale.
Old Man: "B–B… Brin…"
The clown removed his mask.
A burned, twisted face stared back.
Flesh melted.
Features barely recognizable.
Brin: "Yes, me. How am I looking now?"
The old man couldn't look at him.
Old Man: "How… how are you still alive?"
Brin: "I don't know.
Maybe God wanted it.
He wanted me to take revenge for my mother."
Old Man: "She wasn't your mother, you dirty insect!"
His eyes shook in rage.
Brin: "Dirty insect…?
You destroyed my life.
You took her away.
You made me this."
The Lore of Brin the Clown
Brin was born to a poor family.
His real father was a blacksmith.
His mother was a maid.
When Brin was seven, both parents died — father from sickness, mother from trauma and grief.
The rich woman Brin's mother worked for, a kind and lonely lady, took him in.
She loved him like her own son.
Brin finally had a home again.
At age nine, the woman fell in love and married a man.
A mistake....
The man never loved her.
He only wanted her money because he was drowning in Credit.
He had two addictions:
Alcohol and young girls.
When the woman was pregnant she realised her mistake, she tried to change him.
Woman: "It was my biggest mistake to marry you."
Husband: "Stop Yapping. GIVE ME MONEY!"
Woman: "I won't. No more drinking. No more money for your affairs."
Husband: "So you know about that too."
Woman: "Yes… I know everything. Don't you feel ashamed!?"
Husband:
"Give. Me. Money."
Woman: "NO!"
In a rage, he pushed her and She fell down the stairs and died.
To hide his sins, he burned the house.
He thought the fire would kill Brin too.
But Brin survived.
And for thirty years… he carried the flames in his heart.
Present time.....
The old man sobbed.
Brin: "You took the only person who made me feel loved after my real parents died."
Old Man: "It was an accident. She was weak. You can't blame me—"
Brin: "Weak!?
You killed her!
And then hid your sins!
That's why I kept killing young girls…
Because girls ruined everything."
Old Man: "You're a mess…
You're a monster."
Brin: "Yes I'm.
A monster you created."
He gripped his blade.
Stepping closer.
Brin: "I waited thirty years for this moment."
He raised the blade to strike—
But a spear pierced his skull instantly from behind.
In an instant — Brin dropped dead. Lifeless.
Zyphus stood behind him, cold as ice.
The old man gasped in relief.
Old Man: "Oh thank God!
You're a real angel knight!
You saved me!
I must go to the temple—"
Zyphus: "Temple?"
Old Man: "Yes!
I must apologize to God…
For the monster I created."
Zyphus froze.
Those words…
"The monster I created."
Slowly, he dropped his spear.
Then ripped off his helmet.
Then dropped his knight badge — the symbol of honor for saving countless lives.
Old Man:
( Panicking): "W-What are you doing?"
Zyphus lifted his head.
His eyes were full of rage.
Zyphus: "You just created a new monster."
Old Man: "You're a knight!
Your job is to save lives — you can't kill me!"
Zyphus: "Right now…
I am not a knight...
I'm a brother who wants blood."
He landed a jaw-shattering uppercut.
Then an elbow to the ribs.
A kick that broke the old man's knee.
Zyphus: "My sister never cries.
But for the first time…
She begged to die.
Do you know how much it's hurt!?."
He stomped the other knee.
Another punch.
Another scream.
Zyphus didn't stop until his knuckles dripped red.
The old man lay broken.
Barely breathing.
Old Man (begging): "Kill me…
Please… knight…please"
He stepped on his chest.
Zyphus: "Killing you would be mercy.
Now suffer…
Until you die."
He picked up his spear and Brin's weapon.
Turned his back.
And walked away…
Leaving the sinner to rot alone.
Aftermath
The next morning, Strom and Zyphus finally returned home.
Zyphus carried the weapon—the cursed blade that had injured Violet.
Myra took one look at it and understood everything.
She traced her fingers over the markings, muttered a spell, and the blade glowed faintly.
A surge of magic spread through Violet's body.
Her wounds began repairing instantly.
Torn flesh stitching.
Bruises fading.
The deep gash closing.
Within minutes, she was healed.Except…
A thin, long scar remained—from her forehead to her ear, cutting through her star tattoo near eye.
Violet walked to the mirror.
At first she smiled—her face looked normal again.
But then she saw the scar.
Her smile fell.
Violet (whispering):
"My face… ruined…" 😔
The room fell silent.
No one dared to say a thing.
They all lowered their heads, guilt heavy like chains.
Until Zyphus stepped forward.
He didn't hesitate.
He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly, like he had feared losing her forever.
For a moment, Violet froze—then she leaned into him, eyes trembling.
Zyphus: "My sister is always beautiful.
Scar or no scar."
The words hit the entire room like sunlight breaking through storm clouds.
For Zyphus, the guilt slowly faded.
For Violet, warmth replaced the fear.
And finally…
The nightmare was over.
The clown was dead.
The real mastermind was gone.
Strom and Zyphus could finally breathe peacefully again.
( Zyphus is The Diamond knight but, Violet makes him Zyphus)