The story of Rizky and Rizka was a tragic one, marked by the loss of their parents at a young age and the dark secret that shrouded their family's history. Their parents had been part of a wealthy and influential head family, and their uncle's jealousy had driven him to commit a heinous act. He had orchestrated their parents' deaths and raised the siblings, all while harboring sinister motives of his own.
As they grew older, Rizka began to piece together the truth about their parents' demise, thanks in part to the unwitting help of the world's protagonist. At that time, her brother is alteady death
A video conversation between their uncle and the government had revealed the sinister plot behind their parents' murder. And also behind her brother incapable of using a shadow skill, as they poisoned him as he always put vigilante gazes to her uncle's movement.
Their parents once had been exceptional shadowists, and their abilities had made them a target of the government.
In the future, a terrible fate awaited Rizky as he would be sacrificed to ensure his sister Rizka's survival in this clown games. Rizka's abilities were formidable, and she would awaken as a legendary shadowist with the power of the Lightning Goddess. Her mother had once wielded this power, and it had been coveted by both the government and shadowist factions.
Rizka alone is not enough, her brother demise is her turning point, she become soulless
Rizka's journey would lead her down a dark path as she became a villainess of the world, leaving a trail of destruction in her wake. Despite the world's attempts to eliminate her, she always returned, stronger and more ruthless.
In the future, Alex would attempt to befriend Rizka, recognizing the potential for her to become a devastating force. However, the trauma of losing her brother had turned her into a recluse, unable to trust anyone. Alex understood that the key to reaching Rizka and preventing further calamity lay in protecting her brother and ensuring his survival. The world's descent into madness had transformed a once timid girl into a terrifying figure, and Alex knew that the consequences of her actions could be catastrophic.
And when alex see them, they got a trouble as soon as they appears, 'as expected of the villaines, the world is really crazy to turn this timid girl into a dangerous figure in the future' alex convince himself.
As Alex observed Rizky and Rizka's situation, he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of empathy for the siblings. Their tragic past and the ominous future that awaited them weighed heavily on his mind. He turned asked Bus, his future self, with a troubled expression.
'It's heartbreaking to see what lies ahead for Rizky and Rizka. Their family's legacy has become a curse, and Rizka's awakening as a shadowist with such destructive power. it's a recipe for disaster. But I can't just stand by and watch it unfold.'
'Alex, remember, you can't change their fate directly. Interfering too much could have unintended consequences. But you can guide them, protect them, and perhaps alter the course of events subtly.'
Bus is right. I can't reveal everything I know, but I can be there for them. Maybe, just maybe, I can help prevent the worst from happening. Rizka doesn't need to follow the path of a villainess.
'Keep an eye on them, Alex. Their story is intertwined with the larger narrative of this world. And remember, you have your own role to play in all of this.'
Alex nodded, his determination solidifying. He would do his best to protect Rizky and Rizka, even if it meant walking a delicate tightrope between the past and the future. The fate of the world hung in the balance, and he couldn't afford to falter.
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"Are you okay?" Alex asked the twin brother and sister, his tone dripping with faux concern.
Rizky responded with a cold and dismissive tone. "I don't need your help," he retorted. He was well aware that people like Alex often sought to exploit situations, and he had no intention of falling for their traps.
Alex simply shrugged, seemingly unfazed by Rizka's attitude.
"Well, that's cool," he replied casually, his enigmatic smile never leaving his face. The tension between them hung in the air, a silent challenge that neither was willing to back down from.
Suki's irritation bubbled to the surface as she heard Rizka's dismissive response. "Hey, we were only trying to help you," she retorted, her frustration evident in her voice. She had expected at least a modicum of gratitude from the young man they had tried to assist, but his ungrateful attitude irked her.
Amalia, ever the observant one, watched the conversation unfold with analytical eyes. She couldn't help but disgust with Rizky's assessment of the situation. In her eyes, Rizka was an bad judge of character, but she respected his ability to defend his sister, in a wrong way thought.
"Like I said before, I don't ask for it"
'No wonder, he died in the future, his mouths is blabbering like a trash, provoke at every turn', bus commented, which make alex's lips twitched.
Rizky remained unapologetic, snorting in response to Suki's comment. He continued to pat Rizka, who still appeared shaken by the encounter with Alex and his group. Despite his tough exterior, it was clear that he had been affected by the situation.
Rizky's actions and demeanor spoke volumes about his character, earning him the respect of those around him, even if he chose to keep his guard up in a world filled with danger and deception.
But Before they continue Blabbering, from far away there something comes up, There's a Clown????
'here we comes', Alex though
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The Clown's appearance was nothing short of surreal and nightmarish. His face, painted an eerie, stark white, made his grotesque grin even more unsettling as it stretched from ear to ear. Deep scars crisscrossed his visage, further enhancing the grotesque nature of his appearance. His crazed eyes, smeared with dark, smudged makeup, bore a manic and deranged gaze that seemed to pierce through the screen.
As he addressed the captive audience in the garden, his laughter was a chilling cacophony that echoed through the air. It sent shivers down the spines of those who listened, filling them with a sense of dread and foreboding.
The Clown's presence was a living nightmare, and the realization of their dire situation began to sink in for the bewildered guests. It was a chilling beginning to the deadly games that awaited them in this strange and ominous place.
In the midst of the collective shock and fear that swept through the captive guests, hushed and bewildered conversations began to emerge like whispers in the wind.
"Is this some kind of sick joke?" one guest muttered, unable to tear their gaze away from the grotesque figure on the monitor.
Another, more composed, guest attempted to rationalize the situation. "It must be some sort of elaborate prank, right? There's no way this is real."
Nearby, a pair of friends clung to each other, their expressions a mixture of disbelief and concern. "I can't believe we're actually in this," one of them said, their voice trembling.
A noblewoman, her usual air of entitlement shattered by fear, turned to her guardian and demanded, "Do something! You're supposed to protect us!"
A man in a finely tailored suit tried to maintain his composure but couldn't hide the unease in his voice. "I heard rumors about The Clown, but I never thought..."
As the surreal situation continued to unfold, the guests found solace in the shared experience of shock and uncertainty, their whispered conversations serving as a lifeline in the face of the unknown.
"I saw this in a movie once," someone ventured, their voice quivering. "They're probably just trying to scare us. Maybe it's all a prank."
A courageous soul attempted to address the Clown on the monitor. "Who are you? What is this all about?"
The Clown responded with his eerie, echoing laughter, sending a chill through the onlookers. The sinister sound hung in the air, a haunting reminder of their predicament.
Nearby, two strangers exchanged nervous glances. "I thought this gala was supposed to be safe," one of them remarked, his disbelief mirrored in the eyes of the other.
A woman with a keen eye for detail whispered to her companion, "Did you notice the scars on his face? This isn't some ordinary prank. Something's seriously wrong."
but the clown start to speak..
"Hello everyone, I am sorry to...em.. kidnap you, hehehehehe" the clown says like a joker.
"cough cough, maybe you're wondering why you all are here"
"You see," he continued, his voice dripping with a perverse kind of charisma, "society has its rules and hierarchies, doesn't it? The rich and the powerful, they dance on the strings of the common people. But fear not, my dear guests, for I have devised a little game to level the playing field."
He paced back and forth as he spoke, his presence commanding the attention of all those who watched. The guests exchanged nervous glances, uncertain of what this madman had in store for them.
"It's quite simple, really," the Clown mused, his eyes gleaming with manic excitement. "I've given you all a chance to shed your roles in this grand masquerade. You are no longer the wealthy elite or the struggling masses. You are all equal now, stripped of your titles and your powers."
"Now, my dear participants, I'm sure you're all wondering what fate has in store for you," he declared, his grin widening impossibly. "But fear not, for I am a fair and generous host. You will be divided into groups, each with a chance to prove your mettle and win the ultimate prize."
As he spoke, the guests couldn't help but feel a growing sense of dread. The Clown's charismatic madness was impossible to ignore, and his words carried an ominous weight.
"But remember," he added with a sinister glint in his eye, "only the strongest will survive. So, let the games begin, and may the odds be ever in your favor."