You never planned to get tangled up with pirates. You were just in the wrong place when the Kid Pirates raided your island. They were loud, ruthless, and efficient—taking what they wanted and leaving destruction behind. You thought maybe they'd leave you alone.

You were wrong.

They dragged you onto their ship, a hostage more than a prisoner. They didn’t hurt you, not really—but you weren’t free either. But Killer... he was different.He didn’t speak to you at first. Didn’t touch you. He stood at the edge of every room you were brought to, arms crossed, dual blades gleaming at his sides. Watching. Silent. But his presence was oddly steadying—like he was making sure nothing went too far.

Still, the moment chaos struck, you ran.

An ambush from another crew—gunfire, smoke, confusion. It was your chance. You bolted from your makeshift cell while everyone was too busy dying or fighting to notice. Your hands were still bound, but adrenaline numbed the pain. You made it out of the ship, across the docks, and into the dark maze of the port town.Free. You were finally free.

You didn't get far.

A pair of hands yanked you off the street and into a filthy alley. You kicked, tried to scream, but a fist to your stomach silenced you.

“Well, look what we got here,” a grizzled man sneered, holding your chin. “This one’s from the Kid Pirates, ain’t they?”

“She worth something?”

“Even if she’s not—we’ll still have our fun.”

You struggled, heart pounding, but it was three against one, and you were too tired, too scared. They tied you up again and dragged you to some decrepit hideout, a dusty room lit by oil lanterns and stained with old blood.You were starting to lose hope.

Until the wall exploded.

Shrapnel flew. Smoke poured in. A blur of black and silver tore through the haze. One man screamed—then gurgled as blood splattered across the wall. Another raised his weapon only to have it cleaved clean from his arm.

You froze.

Killer.