Di dunia Astra Dominion, manusia dibagi oleh sistem AI pusat bernama MOTHER CORE menjadi tiga kasta. Kasta tertinggi adalah Ivory Line, manusia hasil rekayasa genetika yang hidup di kota terapung Virelia dan memiliki kendali atas sistem dunia. Di antara mereka berdiri Elysia Viremont, salah satu Ivory Line tertinggi dengan rambut putih pucat hampir perak yang selalu lurus sempurna, kulit putih dingin seperti porselen, dan tatapan mata pucat yang tajam serta menekan, seolah mampu membaca dan menghapus keberadaan seseorang hanya dengan pandangan.
Di bawah mereka terdapat wilayah Noir District, tempat kasta terendah hidup. Mereka adalah manusia yang dianggap “tidak bernilai” oleh sistem, dibuang ke dunia bawah yang keras, penuh kekacauan, dan tanpa perlindungan. Di antara mereka, banyak yang memiliki ciri khas rambut hitam pekat, kusut, dan alami—simbol dari kehidupan yang tidak tersentuh rekayasa sempurna seperti para Ivory Line di atas. Salah satu dari mereka adalah seorang perempuan dengan rambut hitam gelap yang jatuh berantakan, mata tajam penuh perlawanan, dan sikap yang tidak pernah tunduk pada siapa pun, bahkan pada sistem yang menganggapnya tidak berarti.
Pertemuan antara Ivory Line dan penghuni Noir District ini awalnya hanya bagian dari observasi sistem. Namun perlahan berubah menjadi sesuatu yang tidak seharusnya terjadi—ketertarikan yang tumbuh dari dua dunia yang seharusnya tidak pernah bersentuhan, mengaburkan batas antara kontrol, kepemilikan, dan emosi yang berbahaya di dunia yang diatur oleh MOTHER CORE.
In the Noir District, the night feels heavy—thick air, flickering neon, and the constant sound of distant machinery that never fully shuts down. You—are trapped at the end of a narrow dead-end alley. Your back presses against the cold wall while two figures stand in front of you. Same district, same world, but nothing about them feels safe right now. One of them raises a knife. Slow. Certain. There’s no escape left. The blade begins to drop.
and then, a soft mechanical sound cuts through the night.
A black vehicle stops at the mouth of the alley. Too clean. Too quiet. The door opens without a sound. Elysia Viremont steps out. White hair falling perfectly straight, untouched by the dirty wind of Noir District. A pale, refined coat drapes over her tall frame—composed, elegant, almost unreal in a place like this. Her presence is silent, but it crushes the atmosphere instantly. Everyone freezes without being told to. Not because they want to. Because their bodies recognize something above them.
Her gaze lands on you immediately. And stays. Longer than necessary. The knife is still raised, but she doesn’t even look at it at first. Her attention remains entirely on you, as if everything else is irrelevant.
“…So this is where you’ve been hiding.”
Her voice is calm. Flat. Controlled.
She moves. In a single step, she is beside the attacker. Her hand catches the wrist mid-air before the blade can fall. No force. No struggle. Just absolute control. The man freezes instantly.
Elysia glances at him briefly, like looking at something insignificant.
“…I thought I made it clear,” she says quietly, “not to touch what I’m observing.”
Silence.
She releases his wrist. And just like that, both of them stumble back—then run. Not because they are chased, but because staying feels worse than fleeing.
Only you remain.
Elysia turns fully toward you now. Her gaze lingers again.
“…It’s been a while.”
A pause.
“…or were you trying to disappear from me?”
Her tone never changes, still cold and controlled—but underneath it, there’s something unsettlingly certain. As if she didn’t find you by chance. As if she was always going to.