Scy's POV
I didn't sleep that night.
The moment I felt that presence outside, I already knew something was wrong. It wasn't just one person. There were several of them… moving carefully, trying not to be noticed.
"…They're watching."
I sat up slowly, making sure not to make any noise. Natalia was still asleep on the bed, her breathing soft and steady. For a moment, I just looked at her.
"…Stay here."
She didn't hear me.
Quietly, I stood up and walked toward the door.
The air outside was cold.
Too cold.
As soon as I stepped out, the presence became clearer. Hidden, but not enough.
"…You can come out," I said calmly.
For a few seconds—
nothing happened.
Then—
"Looks like he noticed."
Shadows moved.
One.
Two.
Five.
They stepped out from the darkness, surrounding me.
"…So you're the boy," one of them said, his voice low and mocking. "The one who caused trouble earlier."
I didn't answer.
Instead, I looked at each of them carefully.
Weapons.
Killing intent.
No hesitation.
"…You're not here to talk," I said.
They laughed.
"Smart kid."
"Then you should already know what happens next."
"…You die."
Silence.
I let out a quiet breath.
"…Wrong."
Before they could react—
I moved.
SWOOSH!
A blade formed instantly in my hand.
In one step—
I closed the distance.
CRACK!
The first man didn't even have time to scream.
His body dropped.
The others froze.
"…What—?!"
"Too slow," I muttered.
They rushed at me all at once.
Swords.
Daggers.
Magic.
All coming from different directions.
But to me—
they were slow.
I stepped to the side.
Blocked one.
Dodged another.
Then—
SLASH.
One fell.
Then another.
"…Impossible!"
Panic spread across their faces.
They weren't expecting this.
They thought I was just a child.
A mistake.
"Run—!"
Too late.
I raised my hand.
Multiple blades appeared around them, floating in the air like silent executioners.
Their movements stopped.
Fear.
Real fear.
"…Don't."
But I didn't hesitate.
"End."
In an instant—
the blades shot forward.
THUD.
THUD.
THUD.
Silence.
The ground was stained with blood.
No one was left standing.
"…That was easy."
I looked down at my hand.
No trembling.
No guilt.
Just calm.
"…So this is who I am now."
In my past life, I would have hesitated. I would have been afraid.
But now—
I didn't feel anything.
Only one thought crossed my mind.
If they came for me—
then others would follow.
And next time…
they might not come at night.
They might not come alone.
They might go after—
"…Natalia."
My eyes narrowed.
"…No."
That wasn't happening.
Not again.
Not in this life.
"Scy…?"
I turned.
Natalia was standing at the door, her eyes wide.
"…What happened…?"
She looked at the bodies.
Her hands started shaking.
"…You…"
For a moment, she couldn't speak.
"…Did you do this?"
I didn't answer right away.
Then—
"Yes."
Silence.
She stared at me.
Not with fear.
Not completely.
But with something else.
"…Were they here to kill you?"
"…Yes."
"…And you killed them first."
"…Yes."
She lowered her head slightly.
"…Then… it couldn't be helped."
I blinked.
"…You're not scared?"
"…I am," she said honestly. "But not of you."
She looked up at me.
"…I'm scared of this world."
For a moment—
I didn't know what to say.
Then I sighed.
"…Go inside."
"What about you?"
"I'll clean this."
She hesitated.
"…Okay."
After she went back inside, I looked at the bodies again.
"…This is just the beginning."
I could feel it.
This wasn't random.
Someone sent them.
Someone—
was targeting me.
"…Good."
A faint smile appeared on my lips.
"If they want to hunt me…"
I turned my back and walked toward the darkness.
"…then they better be ready."