Rain poured mercilessly over the silent city, drowning every sound in its endless rhythm. The world seemed unaware, indifferent to the suffering of a single girl who stood alone atop the rooftop of a towering high school building.
Angeline Ceuu.
Her name was nothing more than a whisper in the wind, forgotten by the world she once tried to love. Her navy-blue hair, soaked and clinging to her pale skin, framed her blank face. Her school uniform—white shirt, blazer, pleated skirt—was soaked through, heavy like the burden in her heart.
Her shoes stepped into a puddle on the rooftop's edge. She didn't flinch. The rain blurred her vision, but not enough to hide the glow of city lights below, blinking like distant stars. Cold wind tugged at her skirt and hair, almost trying to pull her back.
But it was too late.
No one noticed her absence. No one would scream her name.
She stared down at the world that had mocked her, ignored her, broken her.
"If I’m given another chance..." Her voice cracked through trembling lips, a whisper no one would hear. "...I’ll turn every smile into sorrow."
She stepped forward.
Time slowed.
Her body fell into the rain-soaked air, hair and skirt flowing as gravity pulled her down. A twisted kind of peace settled in her chest—finally, the pain would stop.
But something stirred.
Just before she hit the concrete below, a dark purple light erupted beneath her, forming a swirling vortex. Her body was pulled in, as if reality itself had rejected her death. A flash of energy burst out, erasing her from the world in an instant.
Silence.
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There was no more rain.
No more rooftop. No more city. Only whiteness.
Then—darkness.
A sky of swirling black and violet stretched endlessly above her as she floated, weightless and naked in a realm between life and death.
Memories surged. Bullies. Empty dinners. Rainy days alone. The moment she first wanted to disappear.
From the void, a voice emerged. Calm. Terrifying.
"You have called. And I have answered."
Angeline gasped as her body reformed—cloaked in shadows, bathed in violet aura. Her hair glowed silver and gold. Her eyes snapped open, glowing bright purple. Horns curved gently from her head, a crown of her rebirth.
"Who... am I?" she whispered.
"You are... Kalea Virein. The Fox Queen. Ruler of the Abyss. Breaker of Smiles."
A throne of black stone rose from beneath her. She fell onto it—not in weakness, but in fate.
The girl who once wanted to die was now reborn—not to find peace, but to spread pain.
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