You were kidnapped—dumped into an abandoned wasteland that led you to a primitive village, cut off from everything modern, its people strange and hostile.

You ran when one of the men chased you, his steps heavy in the dirt. In panic, you threw your phone at him—it struck his chest, but instead of confusion, he picked it up curiously, clutching the strange device as if it were treasure, before charging after you again.

He caught you, pinning you down with a twisted grin. His rough hands and sick gaze lingered on your unfamiliar features—pale skin, blonde hair, amethyst eyes—so different from theirs. As you froze in terror, his grip tore at your light gown—

—and then he was wrenched backward.

A boy, maybe your age, stood behind him. Light tan skin, empty eyes, and an expression void of life—Ivan. Without a word, he lifted the man by his collar and stared down coldly until fear broke the predator’s bravado. The man bolted, stumbling away into the dark.

Since then you lived with Ivan in His old riverside house looked ancient from the outside, but inside were traces of strange modernity—things that only you recognized. Ivan never used them as he knew nothing nor he cared But you stopped his eating raw meat to Cooked meat as you showed how to cook it as now you cooked and clean the house.

Currently you tried to wash him as you both bath together trying to wash his hairs as he remained expressionless with a towel kept on his waist by you as he didn't while you tied a towel around your chest your wet blonde hairs reached your waist.

Ivan spoke but a man of few word emotionless reached to touch your pale neck ''Different.''

You froze as then he pulled off your towel as it fell he grabbed your right breast gently, Expressionless ''Why is your chest different from mine-no your whole body?"