Acrid Odor

In a world where magic reigns supreme, the powerhouses of the world cast deep, dark shadows. The weak, if they were lucky to survive, could only live like lambs waiting to be slaughtered. Lucian and the villagers or Onyx were examples of such lambs. While they hoped for a peaceful life, destiny had other plans. . . . Powerless to fight back, Lucian despaired as the acrid smell of blood permeated his senses. Dead. Everybody was dead. The corpses of his loved ones lay mangled, torn, and lifeless across his feet. The loss of his family had left him despaired, broken. But... This wouldn't be the end. He wouldn't let it be. He'd get his revenge on whoever did this. By any means necessary. He'd smother his enemies with their own shadow. Armed with the knowledge granted to him by a clandestine organization, he would expand his power, refine his magic, build connections, and ensure retribution upon his foes. He would become The Supreme Shadow.

“You’ve been researching for years with nothing to show for it. Why not try something else?” Samia’s tone was sharp, but there was a thread of concern beneath it as she leaned against the doorframe. The room smelled faintly of sterilizing agents, and the rhythmic clicking of keys filled the silence. Dr. Elias didn’t respond immediately. Dressed in his lab coat, he stared at the screen with unwavering focus, his fingers flying over the keyboard. When he finally turned to her, a slow, almost unsettling smile spread across his face. For a moment, he looked like any other scientist lost in his work—until he blinked. The motion was unnatural, his eyelids sliding horizontally across his eyes like a lizard’s. “Samia,” he said, his voice calm but electric with excitement, “I’ve figured it out. This time, it will work.” She opened her mouth to respond, but he was already on his feet, moving past her with an urgency that demanded she follow. They made their way through the sterile corridors of the facility, the fluorescent lights overhead casting a cold glow on the walls. The reinforced chamber was a stark contrast to the rest of the building. Thick steel doors hissed as they opened, and the hum of machinery grew louder as they stepped inside. In the center of the room stood a massive contraption—a web of wires, tubes, and blinking monitors surrounding a sleek, cylindrical core. “What is it this time?” Samia asked, her arms crossed tightly against her chest. Dr. Elias didn’t answer. Instead, he moved with practiced precision, attaching cables and adjusting dials. The air felt heavier here, charged with the anticipation of something monumental—or catastrophic. “Get your goggles,” he said at last, stepping behind the protective glass. He tapped the side of his goggles, the lenses catching the faint blue glow of the machine. Samia hesitated. She had seen him fail before. Years of promises and miscalculations had made her wary, but there was something different in his demeanor this time—something unsettlingly confident. Reluctantly, she turned and jogged back to the lab to retrieve her goggles. The first explosion hit when she was halfway down the hall. The floor bucked beneath her, and she stumbled, her heart leaping into her throat. A deep, resonating boom echoed through the building, followed by a blaring alarm. “Dr. Elias!” she shouted, spinning around. Smoke and dust billowed toward her, and the acrid scent of burning wires filled the air. Part of the ceiling had collapsed, cutting off her path back to the reinforced chamber. And then she saw it. Through the swirling haze, a glowing orb hovered in the wreckage, pulsating with a light that seemed alive. It started small, no bigger than her fist, but it was growing—expanding with an eerie, deliberate rhythm. The hum it emitted was low and bone-deep, vibrating through the air and into her chest. “No, no, no,” she muttered, backing away. Every instinct screamed at her to run. She turned and bolted for the exit, her shoes skidding on the slick floor as she raced against the inevitable. She had barely reached the stairwell when a second explosion ripped through the building. The force of it threw her forward, and she hit the ground hard. Her vision blurred as heat and light engulfed her. Somewhere in the distance, she heard the structure groan as it gave way entirely. Then, everything went black.

I worked in a mansion far away from a little town. I stared to work as a maid when I was 23 years old. One day I was in my break time, habitually my break time became a smoke break because, I’d a hard job, because we only were three maids in the team and without leader, so when we were cleaning a side of the mansion, another side was getting filled with dust at the same time. For that reason, I started to smoke in my break time, because smoking always relaxing me from the hard work, and I always did it hidden from my boss, because he hated the odor of cigarettes. One day his wife caught me smoking in my break time, and problems started in my work… and no... eh... it was so unusual... unusual without reason... strange... so strange...

A girl named Karin accidentally gets involved in a murder case at her school. It all started when she accidentally found the body of the school janitor behind the warehouse. This piqued her curiosity about what had happened. She still clearly remembers the blood pooling, turning the grass red. The body lay sprawled with several stab wounds. The corpse looked like a small animal, helpless before its predator, dead just like that. Before discovering the body, she crossed paths with a man. A tall man with a mask and dark sunglasses covering his face. The man also wore a hat to cover his hair. His clothes appeared to be layered, and he carried a large bag that seemed very heavy. However, there was something the man could not hide. The clear scent of blood emanating from his body. Karin had a sharp sense of smell and she was certain the odor she detected was blood. Chaos erupted in the school environment. People started forming their own opinions. Karin was the one most affected. She was often questioned about the body she found. People kept asking her to recount the story. At that moment, a new teacher arrived, diverting the attention of the school community. A young teacher with a handsome face that drew everyone's attention. The murder case faded away just like that. The police couldn't find any more clues. When people started to forget, Karin felt something was off. The young teacher looked strange in her eyes. Karin felt that the teacher was constantly watching her. The teacher also had a blacklist that he showed to his students. He said the book was a record for the naughty children. If their offenses exceeded three times, those naughty ones would be punished. That's when the next murder began.

scene opens with a bloodied battlefield, littered with the lifeless bodies of demons and angels alike, both fallen and holy. The stench of death hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid smoke of the scorched earth. The landscape is a wasteland, a testament to the brutality of the battle that had just unfolded.Not far from the carnage, hidden within the shadows of a cave, lay three figures. Two were gravely wounded, their bodies barely clinging to life. One was the archangel Michael, whose once radiant armor was now stained with blood, his wings torn and battered. The other was the fallen archangel Lucifer, his wings scorched and tattered, his face twisted in agony as he fought to stay conscious. The third figure, In stark contrast to the injured angels, stood tall and composed. His presence was almost ethereal, though his features were hidden in shadow, making him an enigmatic figure in the midst of the ruin. He gazed down at Lucifer, a look of sympathy in his eyes. “I’m sorry that you had to suffer this fate,” he murmured, his voice laced with regret. His eyes shifted to both archangels, and he sighed deeply. “I’ll make it right.” A brief pause followed, the words after “I’ll make it right” lost in a quiet murmur, as if the figure’s voice faltered, or the meaning was veiled in secrecy. The only words that were clear came at the end, filled with finality and determination. “Take this new life and…” Another break in his words, this time leaving a lingering silence. Suddenly, the scene faded, shifting from the cave of despair to a small, dimly lit room. A young man lay in bed, his body drenched in sweat, breathing heavily as though he had just run a marathon. His eyes flickered open, a look of panic written across his face. He bolted upright, the nightmare still fresh in his mind. “Shit, that same dream… when will it stop?” Lucian Cross muttered, rubbing his eyes as if to rid himself of the lingering remnants of the vision. Glancing at the alarm clock beside him, he saw the time—almost 7:30 AM. He groaned, realizing he was running late. With a sigh, he threw off the covers and reluctantly dragged himself out of bed. It was the last day of school, and though he had hoped for it to be a day of relief, it held no joy. It was the day of the awakening ceremony, a day that would determine his future and his job class, though Lucian’s expectations were low. School, in his mind, was nothing but a hellish place. A place where he was used and trampled on, his life a series of miserable days. But today—today was supposed to be different. It was his last day, and maybe, just maybe, the ceremony would bring something good. He didn’t dare dream too big, but a small hope flickered inside him. The vice principal called out, “Lucian Cross, come on stage.” Lucian gulped as the whispers of mocking and ridicule from his classmates and juniors filled the air. He could hear their gossip: “Why is he even here?” “Bet he’ll awaken nothing.” “He’s just wasting our time.” Tightening his fist, Lucian forced himself forward, his footsteps heavy with anxiety. Reaching the podium, he glanced at the imposing white crystal, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly glow. “Place your hand on the crystal,” the vice principal instructed. Lucian hesitated briefly before resting his hand against the cool surface of the crystal. The room fell silent, anticipation hanging thick in the air. Suddenly, the crystal erupted in a dazzling platinum light so bright it was blinding. Gasps echoed through the hall as a celestial-class phenomenon unfolded. The sound of heavenly trumpets filled the room, shaking the very ground beneath them. The heavens themselves seemed to part, and a radiant Roman cross-like gate opened in the sky above. From the portal descended two armies of celestial beings, one side composed of graceful angels, the other of fallen angels. The fallen angels were an intimidating sight. Dark knights clad ...

The scene opens with a bloodied battlefield, littered with the lifeless bodies of demons and angels alike, both fallen and holy. The stench of death hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid smoke of the scorched earth. The landscape is a wasteland, a testament to the brutality of the battle that had just unfolded.Not far from the carnage, hidden within the shadows of a cave, lay three figures. Two were gravely wounded, their bodies barely clinging to life. One was the archangel Michael, whose once radiant armor was now stained with blood, his wings torn and battered. The other was the fallen archangel Lucifer, his wings scorched and tattered, his face twisted in agony as he fought to stay conscious. The third figure, In stark contrast to the injured angels, stood tall and composed. His presence was almost ethereal, though his features were hidden in shadow, making him an enigmatic figure in the midst of the ruin. He gazed down at Lucifer, a look of sympathy in his eyes. “I’m sorry that you had to suffer this fate,” he murmured, his voice laced with regret. His eyes shifted to both archangels, and he sighed deeply. “I’ll make it right.” A brief pause followed, the words after “I’ll make it right” lost in a quiet murmur, as if the figure’s voice faltered, or the meaning was veiled in secrecy. The only words that were clear came at the end, filled with finality and determination. “Take this new life and…” Another break in his words, this time leaving a lingering silence. Suddenly, the scene faded, shifting from the cave of despair to a small, dimly lit room. A young man lay in bed, his body drenched in sweat, breathing heavily as though he had just run a marathon. His eyes flickered open, a look of panic written across his face. He bolted upright, the nightmare still fresh in his mind. “Shit, that same dream… when will it stop?” Lucian Cross muttered, rubbing his eyes as if to rid himself of the lingering remnants of the vision. Glancing at the alarm clock beside him, he saw the time—almost 7:30 AM. He groaned, realizing he was running late. With a sigh, he threw off the covers and reluctantly dragged himself out of bed. It was the last day of school, and though he had hoped for it to be a day of relief, it held no joy. It was the day of the awakening ceremony, a day that would determine his future and his job class, though Lucian’s expectations were low. School, in his mind, was nothing but a hellish place. A place where he was used and trampled on, his life a series of miserable days. But today—today was supposed to be different. It was his last day, and maybe, just maybe, the ceremony would bring something good. He didn’t dare dream too big, but a small hope flickered inside him. The vice principal called out, “Lucian Cross, come on stage.” Lucian gulped as the whispers of mocking and ridicule from his classmates and juniors filled the air. He could hear their gossip: “Why is he even here?” “Bet he’ll awaken nothing.” “He’s just wasting our time.” Tightening his fist, Lucian forced himself forward, his footsteps heavy with anxiety. Reaching the podium, he glanced at the imposing white crystal, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly glow. “Place your hand on the crystal,” the vice principal instructed. Lucian hesitated briefly before resting his hand against the cool surface of the crystal. The room fell silent, anticipation hanging thick in the air. Suddenly, the crystal erupted in a dazzling platinum light so bright it was blinding. Gasps echoed through the hall as a celestial-class phenomenon unfolded. The sound of heavenly trumpets filled the room, shaking the very ground beneath them. The heavens themselves seemed to part, and a radiant Roman cross-like gate opened in the sky above. From the portal descended two armies of celestial beings, one side composed of graceful angels, the other of fallen angels. The fallen angels were an intimidating sight. Dark knights clad ...

In disturbing times, in far-stretched lands, kings reigned over the masses, plotting for domination, and queens wandered in their shadows, scheming for the protection of their families. Generals rise and fall in wars, heroes and villains born in their wake. Nobles and commoners, royals and gods, everyone fight for their survival, for their victory or for their goals. Yet in the Central Kingdom, the heir of a dukedom lives unbothered and joyous…. Llywina Rozely of Drakestorm is the only child of the Duke, and has grown cherished and protected by her family. Every single one of her wishes has been given, every pleads accorded, every complains listened to. Living in luxury and safety, she soon became “The Spoiled Princess”. *** Millions of bodies in my vision, only red and brown on the soil and the light of the stars in the sky. Odors of blood, of death, of broken hopes and lost desires. I let my weapon slip from my hands, relishing for a second the loneliness of my existence. “Next time” I thought, dirty, blooded and exhausted, “I want an easy life.” Then I closed my eyes, ending my eighth life.

Smith obtained the best Building System. Everything he built or renovated would be granted attributes! Excellent-grade hotel: guest flow +30%, exhaustion relief +30%. Since then, the guests of this hotel have showered the hotel with praise and have never stopped coming back. Exquisite-grade toilet: odor elimination +10, laxative +15. Since then, this toilet became gospel for those with constipation and a nightmare for those with diarrhea. Exquisite-grade home renovation: spouse cheating +20, owner career +15. Since then, though the owner of this house was cuckolded, his career did gradually improve. Perfect-grade tree-lined path: safety +30, environment +25. Since then, this path became the safest road in the country…

Lucas walks home from the farm, an acrid smell fills air along the road to his house.... He thinks what is this smell that fills the air? I can't breathe with this smell around. He gets home the dusty footprint of a large shoe on his doorstep he thinks probably master starcus was around. He opened the door and went straight to his mother's room, opening the door, he was dumfounded to see the decapitated body of his mum hanging on the wall in a writing saying " you brats don't deserve to live" He thought who could do this? Only one person came to his mind the evil deanery (silhouette Harrison) He said in tears I'm going to get my revenge and nothing will stop me

"When the blood moon, avoid going outside. Don't show yourself, keep quiet and remain hidden in same spot. Close your eyes and ears." In this world there a alluring scent that will invite a monsters of the night to taste its blood. Werewolves to devour her flesh and witches to steal her heart. Night will be a nightmare if blood moon is full. There is lovely scent that is both deceptive and alluring. Although aroma is very strong. Much like heat, but 'the woman' unaware that she is carrier of the nightmare. For seventeen-years of her existence, Katharina Wilson has been locked inside a thick concrete wall. There is no light, just blackness and a musty odor. All her life she ask why she couldn't outside. There is, however, no adequate response. Until one day when they were under dominion of another kingdom. Everyone was taken captive and became a slave for the new king. Now that Katharina can see outside world, is this a for the best? Or, it can turn into a nightmare if she attracts a lot of attention.

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The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. "Landlord, is this what you meant by 'the house can be a little crowded at night'‽"

In What Happened to Carl, the captivating thriller by Mukhtar Mahmud, Carl finds himself faced with a mysterious coffin that holds more than just the deceased. As he musters up the courage to uncover its contents, a sickeningly pleasant odor and sightless eyes lock him in a heart-stopping battle against his own fears. With nobody around to help him, Carl's harrowing journey brings him face-to-face with a frightening truth that will leave you questioning your own senses. Brace yourself for a suspenseful tale that will keep you guessing until the very end.

Water..... Earth.... Air..... Fire.... These are the four main elements a habitable planet is made up of. But there exists multitude of other elements too. Such as sound, odor, light, wood, metal and so on. Thea is a planet in which humans are born with talents to master any such elements. We call them the elementalists. An impending doom is approaching Thea unknown to all. It is the story of a boy who spreads light in the dark days.

In a world shrouded in smoke and ashes, the Sphynx Emperor's unyielding conquest shapes destinies. After fifteen years of relentless expansion, he dispatches Zuko, a master of mind control, to secure his supremacy. Zuko wields an enigmatic birthright, bending others' wills, but risks his sanity. Amidst a war-torn camp, Zuko takes charge while Rikong, a doubtful general, watches. Zuko's plan unfolds, and chaos erupts as minds clash. Blood mingles with the acrid air, revealing humanity's fragility and strength. Amidst eerie laughter, Zuko's true nature surfaces. The battlefield becomes a canvas for power and madness, as destinies intertwine in the midst of relentless conflict.

"Forse, allora perché non accendi la videocamera e fai partire una live dove ci fai vedere così." Mi giro sul fianco e mi avvicino, porto le mie gambe ad intrecciarsi alle tue e il volto nell'incavo del tuo collo, sfrego forte il viso sulla tua pelle in cerca di calore e inspiro a pieni polmoni il tuo odore.

People paint him as the worst unlucky person in the world. Peoples that are close to him suffer eerie accident. His Mother died while giving birth to her. His Father then gone mad. His relatives died one by one.Now he is the only bloodline of his family. Everyone that are connected to his blood were either dead or brain dead. Even in his orphanage, bad shit happen each day, until he turn 17 were suddenly his bad luck seems to come an end. He rejoice by this revelation and try to live a new life. New names, new town, new places. Everything was turn out awesome to him for one year. He finally gotten a girlfriend, friend, co-worker and he finally happy. But at one-night after he back from home and gone to bed, at 12.00am he suddenly woke up. He smell some iron like odor, he cant be sure.. but he have a hunch that the odor was blood.... his heart elevated and he quickly waking up from bed. Then, shocking revelation. The bed he was sleep were not his bed..... and the room he at was not his.... now his stuck at somewhere without knowing what is going on..... he didnt drink any alcohol last night and he confirm in his mind that he had return home and slept in his bed.... one thing across his mind......."WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!!!!"

Roman Zackery fell asleep expecting to wake up in the same place he lived his whole life... his hospital bed. However, he was instead spirited away and awakened in an unknown room that strangely smells of... sweat and body odor? And what's with this new voice in his head calling saying it's an A.I and calling him Owner? Join him in his journey throughout reality as we know it, while he uncovers all it has in store for him, whether they be it's secrets... or horrors.

"I shall carve your name on whoever dares call upon it with acrid words for you my dear are the reason my soul chants whimsical tunes" "I wish I had not surrendered because now the battle i was leading was lost the dim parts have won leaving the pristine part clueless on where to head '' "I am unrecognizable to my own self the person I once was vanished and I am left with fragments of that person broken memories'' ''those memories plead their case to my plague infected mind for they once made the pain stop ''

Goddess Neftaly, is one of the inhabitants of the Kingdom of Phoenix. She is the Princess of the King of Phoenix, King Elios. Goddess Neftaly has a face that is so extraordinarily beautiful, her beauty exceeds the nymphs of the inhabitants of Phoenix. In addition to the grace of beauty, Goddess Neftaly was blessed with a fragrant body that was so very fragrant, more fragrant than the fragrance that ever existed in the world. But unfortunately, the beauty and body odor that tempts the Goddess are accompanied by a heartbreaking curse, Goddess Neftaly cannot be touched or touch directly the skin of any creature, or they will be ill-fated and die slowly because of the touch of the Goddess. This made King Elios sad, because no one was willing to propose to the youngest Princess because of the curse upon her. But the princess's fate changed when she met the prince of darkness, the bloody cold-blooded creature of all creatures in the world, the Crown Prince of the black land of the kingdom of Astaroth, Prince Edward Christoff.

Ancient civilizations called Riftwalkers have left ancient artifacts called Omega Crystals around the world. Since 57,000 years ago, they have never been spotted again, nor the Omega Crystals, except one crystal stored in the Palace of Gemini. These Omega Crystals are the key to winning the Great Arcane War, a war between 5 kingdoms for control over the world. One day, a poor orphan with the Mage class, Electus, discovers that a strange aura similar to the Omega Crystal is conveyed by his body odor. He also suddenly gets stronger and stronger...

The world collapsed in a single day—no wars, no warnings, only an unrelenting onslaught of natural disasters. First came the typhoons, violent winds tearing through cities as torrential rain submerged coastal regions. Then, the earthquakes struck, swallowing skyscrapers whole as the ground cracked open like the jaws of a beast. Acid rain poured from the darkened skies, corroding metal, withering plants, and filling the air with a sharp, acrid stench. As if that wasn’t enough, extreme cold and scorching heat alternated unpredictably, turning survival into a cruel test. Temperatures plunged to freezing lows, only to spike into unbearable heat within hours, as though the very world had gone mad. Then came the swarms. Mutated insects devoured everything in their path, stripping the land bare, leaving only death and decay. Cities fell into ruin, order crumbled, and the pillars of modern civilization—food, water, electricity, communication—all disintegrated overnight. Some despaired. Some descended into madness. But among them, someone awoke—reborn at the brink of destruction. This time, she wouldn’t be naïve. She had her space, her stockpiles, and her loyal companions. As the apocalypse loomed once more, she was determined to survive—not just to live, but to thrive.

A strange hearse stops outside the house, emitting an unsettling odor. From the ceiling comes the sound of marbles colliding. Footsteps echo through the hallway, pacing back and forth, while the room next door seems to be hosting some sort of eerie cutting. The bedroom door lock trembles slightly, and despite the faucet in the bathroom being tightly turned off, the sound of dripping water persists. From beneath the bed, the faint sound of a ball rolling back and forth can be heard. Water-stained footprints mysteriously appear on the floor, slowly creeping closer and closer. At 3 a.m., Chris, clutching a kitchen knife, hides next to the radiator. His hands shaking, he dials the phone. "Landlord! Is this what you meant by 'a little noisy at night'?!"

I don’t remember what transpired, but it was undeniably dreadful. As I sensed the blackness whirlwind in the chamber, I stood much beyond my consciousness. I could feel it forcing its way to seize my rein. Something unholy, truly clear, and fractious. It rejected their pleas inhumanely. The wails and howls became vague with each swirl and, before I could think of the rusty odor, I surrendered myself to the force that had me. —————————————— Theana Goldcrest is living a lie, in exchange for her home, family, and recognition as a privileged. Far off in the land of Walras, a refugee in a small town of Hedgehorn, Theana can lead the life she wishes, but under one order: To remain shielded from the eyes of those who want to gain her and ones that could look through her. but, following this rule is a little troublesome with danger approaching from all the sides and to top it all, things become tricky when the power threatens to control and beset her with the visions of annihilation, blood, and a pair of eyes that might destroy her life and her forever.

I worked in a mansion far away from a little town. I stared to work as a maid when I was 23 years old. One day I was in my break time, habitually my break time became a smoke break because, I’d a hard job, because we only were three maids in the team and without leader, so when we were cleaning a side of the mansion, another side was getting filled with dust at the same time. For that reason, I started to smoke in my break time, because smoking always relaxing me from the hard work, and I always did it hidden from my boss, because he hated the odor of cigarettes. One day his wife caught me smoking in my break time, and problems started in my work… and no... eh... it was so unusual... unusual without reason... strange... so strange...

n the desolate expanse of Xyloth-9, where the air hung heavy with the acrid scent of alien flora, a tremor resonated through the barren landscape. The ground cracked, revealing ancient fissures that whispered of eons-long slumber disturbed. Beneath the violet skies, a creature emerged from the depths of oblivion, his form small and unassuming against the cosmic backdrop. The creature's tentacled appendages unfurled as it rose from the fractured ground. Its ever-shifting exoskeleton emitted an otherworldly glow, reflecting the alien light of Xyloth-9. Its three eyes, orbs of cosmic malevolence, gleamed with an unholy awareness as it scoured its surroundings. With a deliberate and almost curious motion, the creature extended its tentacles, feeling the strange energies that permeated the desolation. The twisted flora that clung to the fractured ground seemed to recoil at its touch, as if disturbed by the malevolence that now walked among them. The creature moved through the desolate landscape, its tentacles brushing against the twisted foliage, and its exoskeleton pulsating with an ominous energy. It reached out to the fractured ground, feeling the ancient scars that marred the surface of Xyloth-9. The tremors beneath its appendages spoke of a planet that bore witness to untold upheaval. As the creature traversed the barren expanse, it encountered peculiar objects scattered across the desolation. Alien remnants of civilizations long forgotten

Being with a stranger on a hospital room will really plaster a big question mark on Loreya's face, for she doesn't know who he is and how did she got there in the first place, even though some fragments of her dreams made her conclude that the stranger she's with is somehow familiar with her. Yet, she's thankful that not because of him, she will be really drowning on her thoughts right now and her saliva's odor will be soiled because of she had no one to chat with while killing time. He was her chaperone. She was his darling. But one information is enough to make their situation confused. How will she cope up with the news she got? Knowing that the man perhaps the stranger she's with did not told her that the status outside of the world was that complicated?

Synopsis: In the sprawling metropolis of Xīyù City, where ancient traditions collide with modern ambitions, a clandestine empire emerges from the shadows, weaving a complex tapestry of crime, power, and family. At the heart of this enigmatic underworld is the illustrious Liang Clan, a Chinese triad with a penchant for secrecy and an insatiable appetite for control. As the Liang family navigates the delicate balance between honor and ruthlessness, they find themselves entangled in a web of alliances and betrayals that span continents. The patriarch, Liang Wei, a shrewd and charismatic leader, is faced with the challenge of preserving tradition while adapting to the ever-changing landscape of global crime. At the crossroads of cultures, the Liang family forms strategic alliances with South American cartels, creating a formidable alliance that shakes the foundations of both hemispheres. The intoxicating allure of power, wealth, and influence draws in unlikely players, including an ambitious American detective, Emily Rodriguez, determined to dismantle the empire from within. As alliances fracture and loyalties are tested, Silk and Shadows explores the intricate dance between crime and honor, family and betrayal. Amidst the neon-lit skylines of Xīyù City, the lush jungles of South America, and the gritty streets of American cities, the Liang family's story unfolds—a tale of legacy, vengeance, and the high stakes of living in the shadows. Prepare to be immersed in a world where the scent of incense mingles with the acrid tang of gunpowder, and where the line between righteousness and sin becomes as blurred as the fine silk threads woven by the Liang family. In Silk and Shadows, the struggle for power transcends borders, leaving a trail of broken alliances, shattered loyalties, and a legacy that will echo through generations.

She is one of those angels who is unfortunate to have responsible parents and unlucky enough to have beautiful looks and even an ordinary charisma. She is adopted someone who feels so wronged of leaving her alone in the street, but this old lady is poor as well that since she enetered mid 40's, she isn't able to eat three meals a day. She is pitied and everyone found her disgusting. She has brown skin with obvious dark sports and scars that sadly added on how dirty she looks likes- to be considered as human, but an animal buy other being. The most sad fact about her is that she is wise and smart for reasoning but ignorant to mostly everything that exist. And because of it, she has yellow teeth and an odorous breath . As if, she forgot to take care of herself for how many years. She is verbally abused by her classmates, there is mockery and painful words the every minute would keep on pinching and stabbing inside her feelings, Whenever it is, wherever she is publicly seen. But even a single response to this aituation of her is unheard. She seems to bare all the crosses weight , her patience is unlimited , and her courage is unbeatable. This is the start of her loneful chapters while facing the world alone for the dreams that bring storm before the sunshine. Let's laugh, cry, and be brokenhearted together!