Lord of the Setting Sun (Trial)
The underground is a place of shadows.
A dumping ground for the city’s trash.
A prison for the criminals, the poor, the forgotten.
A home for the children who have never seen the sun.
It’s where I was born. It’s where I’ll die.
Unless I find a way out.
The surface is a dream.
light, warmth, and a life free from the rot.
But for people like me, it’s unreachable.
To escape, I’d need power.
Power to rise above the gangs, the filth, the darkness.
Power to become a Slayer.
Slayers are warriors who wield demonic strength to fight demons.
They’re the only ones strong enough to stand in the light.
But the academy that trains them isn’t for the likes of me.
It’s for the rich. The privileged.
My only other option?
Find a demon. Fight it. Survive long enough to forge a bond.
Most people die trying.
But I can’t stop.
Because the dream is still there.
To see the sun. To feel its warmth.
To stand in the light… and finally be free.