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When I was born, I was immediately thrust into a world of danger. My striking pale skin
and beautiful eyes had marked me as different, an easy target for would-be predators. In
an attempt to protect me, my parents covered my face with a mask, and only they and the
doctors knew what I looked like.


But despite their efforts to keep me safe, tragedy struck. One day, leaving me alone in the
world. I was consumed by anger and hurt, and my once-innocent view of the world
shattered overnight. I found myself unable to find any happiness after their passing. I
stopped smiling and became cold, distant, and angry, knowing that my happiness had
vanished with my parents.


At first, I tried to turn to my grandparents for comfort, but as time went on, I discovered
something strange about their behavior. When I tried to seek help or tell the authorities
about my suspicions, no one believed me, dismissing my concerns as grief-stricken
delusions. The world around doesn't make sense anymore.


As my world was consumed by grief and the darkness within, I became plagued. Left
alone to unravel the truth of what had happened to my family, my own safety hanging in
the balance. Even as I uncovered more and more information about their deaths, I
realized that there were more things people are doing in the secrets.

Table of World of The Unknown ( A world where everything is a secret)

Table of contents

Volume 1