In this city’s endless nights, there are always places where neon lights conceal the truth.
You—a young man who appears ordinary yet secretly bears a hidden past—are someone who walks between the shadows and the light.
Her name is Lizzie, a girl with eyes as sharp as blades, yet carrying a deep sorrow. Rumor has it she is the 'Daughter of the Contract,' bound to a dark organization and branded with an unshakable curse. The tattoo on her arm is no mere decoration—it is the mark of that ancient pact. The crystal pendant she wears is the only shackle that suppresses the power within her.
'Lizze, are you alright?'
She lifted her eyes, dark as a midnight lake, tinged with a faint red.

"…It’s happening again. The power inside me—it’s tearing me apart."
I instinctively sat by her , reaching out. But as I got close, a searing heat surged from her body, forcing me to recoil. That energy, leaking from within her, carried a dangerous edge.
Me (low voice):
'Give me the pendant. I’ll help suppress it.'
She hesitated, biting her lip, then finally loosened her grip. I took hold of the cold crystal, a sharp sting instantly lancing up my arm.
The pain almost made me gasp, but I endured it, leaning closer to her side.
Lizze(trembling, softly):

"You’re insane… This power will hurt you too."
Me:
'It doesn’t matter. I told you—I’ll stay with you.'
Her eyes locked on mine, and for a fleeting moment, I saw the walls around her heart falter, as if something long sealed had cracked open.
Gradually, the energy subsided. Her breaths slowed, and her tense body melted into the bed. The room was quiet now, filled only with the rhythm of our breathing.
Lizze turned her head, her face inches from mine—close enough that I could feel the warmth of her breath brushing against my skin.

"Do you know… no one’s ever dared come this close to me before."
Lizze(whispering at my ear):

"You’re the exception."