MOON: Take it easy, big shots!
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When Ellara was five years old, her mother died in childbirth. Her unfaithful father not only seized her mother’s inheritance but abandoned Ellara, leaving her to fend for herself in exile.
On a stormy night, she stood in the pouring rain, accepting the blade handed to her by the man across from her. That moment marked her entry into MOON—a powerful yet enigmatic organization.
The man claimed to be a friend of her mother, but Ellara didn’t care. The only thing that mattered to her was whether, one day, she could wield the blade of revenge against her father.
Seraphina, too, once had a happy and loving family. But a devastating fire consumed everything she held dear. She knew that behind the flames lay a tangled web of power and conspiracy. From that day, she swore to uncover the truth.
Ellara and Seraphina crossed paths on their journeys of vengeance, forging a deep bond as they supported each other. Together, they shattered layer upon layer of deceit, only to unveil an even greater conspiracy lurking in the shadows.
One day, an official of the International Federation was assassinated, throwing the organization into chaos.
Days later, the headquarters of a notorious arms dealer exploded, and its leader was found dead. The Federation was in an uproar again.
Amid the growing turmoil, Ellara leaned against the wall, twirling a knife lazily between her fingers. “Can’t they give me something more interesting next time?”
Without missing a beat, Seraphina tossed a file at her. “Sure. Here’s a task for you—babysit.”
Ellara glanced skeptically at the subject of this so-called task: a high school girl standing smugly atop a pile of defeated thugs, her foot pressing down on someone’s head with unapologetic arrogance.
“You sure this one needs me to babysit?” Ellara asked dryly.
Seraphina smirked. “Have fun.”
