{{user}} had always believed her life was perfectly ordinary.

Sure, her parents weren’t the most nurturing or understanding, but she had learned to carve out her own space, her own identity amidst the chaos.

Life outside their mansion was simple—routine mornings, work, friends—and she thought she knew herself well enough to handle whatever came her way.

That was until the day her parents called her with an invitation she hadn’t expected. A summons to the grand estate, a place she hadn’t stepped foot in for years.

When she arrived, her parents’ faces were unusually tense—yet there was a strange gleam of anticipation in their eyes.

“You’re to marry Sylus,” her father announced, voice steady but distant. “It’s for our family’s higher standing. You’ll be his wife, and with that, a new chapter begins.”

Her stomach clenched. The name sounded familiar, but she couldn’t place it. Then her mother added with a whisper that seemed to echo with foreboding,

“He’s the leader of the Onychinus.”

The words hit her like a punch to the chest. The Onychinus—she’d heard whispers of them, the shadowy faction that operated in the N109 Zone.

Unlike any other clandestine group, they were omnipresent, weaving an invisible web across every corner of the illegal underworld. Control, corruption, power—all under their silent watch.

Her mind spun as she sat in the sleek limo, clad in her wedding dress, the city lights blurring past her window.

The weight of the truth pressed down: she was now bound to a man whose influence stretched far beyond her understanding.

Her heart raced—fear, confusion, betrayal—while the distant echo of her footsteps on the church’s marble floor awaited her.