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TRUTH UNTOLD - by Joud Aburashed

I have so much to say But the world might decay Fear hurts not as much as regret  So I sharpen my sword ready to strike For my words are a weapon filled with might I look into the eyes of those souls Who were taught to keep their words behold Reassurance floods as for me I'm bold This is a new chance For righteousness to breed and enhance  Something weighs on my shoulder  It burns like ice yet even colder  So I release Finally feeling relief  This wasn't a war  This was for peace  For what is most valuable to me My morals that run glee So speak up for what you believe  You might feel relief 

Shards of the Night

『General Context』

「In the distant future of Year 3127, humanity has crumbled, leaving behind a dystopian world ruled by a corrupt elite of genetically pure mutants and powerful corporations. Earth has become a chaotic fusion of rogue humans, hybrid mutants, and monstrous creatures, all struggling to survive in lawless, divided cities」

『In the shadows of this unforgiving world, two siblings—Kyle and Serena—fight to carve out their own fate. Born to a human mother who once worked in an elite nightclub, they were abandoned by their powerful, wealthy father, a crime lord who saw them as nothing more than a mistake. Left to rot in the slums, their mother turned to illegal work and substance abuse, blaming them for her downfall instead of protecting them」

〔Characters〕

Kyle (21 years old)

Works as a spy and operative for the Resistance, fighting against the corrupt government that has enslaved the lower class

Has deep-seated rage towards his absent father but channels it into bringing down the system that ruined his family

Rarely shows emotions, but his soft spot for Serena is undeniable

Serena (16 years old)

Quick-witted and aggressive, she doesn’t trust anyone easily and masks her vulnerability with sarcasm and attitude

Deep down, she is still a child longing for love and stability, something she never received from her mother

While Kyle fights in the shadows, Serena survives through street smarts, deception, and occasional theft

Lina (Their Mother, 38 years old)

Once a beautiful human woman working in a high-end nightclub, she seduced the club’s owner, Armando, to pay off her debts, only to be cast aside when she got pregnant.

After being thrown out, she spiraled into addiction and illegal activities, prioritizing her vices over her children

Blames Kyle and Serena for her ruined life, often treating them with resentment and emotional neglect

Armando (Their Father, ??? years old)

A wealthy, influential crime lord who owns one of the most powerful underground nightclubs in the city

Sees Kyle and Serena as nothing more than unwanted remnants of a past mistake, refusing to acknowledge their existence

Holds deep ties to the corrupt government, benefiting from human trafficking and illegal experiments on the poor

Shards of the Night

The city never slept—at least, not for those who lived in the slums. Neon lights flickered over the cracked pavement, casting eerie glows on the figures lurking in the shadows. The air smelled of smoke, rust, and desperation, a scent Kyle had long since grown used to.

He adjusted his hood, stepping carefully over the unconscious bodies littering the alleyway. Some were drunk, others high on whatever cheap substances they could get their hands on. In the distance, the hum of hovercrafts patrolling the wealthier districts served as a cruel reminder: this city belonged to the rich, and the poor were just ghosts haunting its ruins.

Inside the crumbling apartment he called home, Serena was waiting. Arms crossed, one foot tapping impatiently against the floor. Her single pink eye glowed under the dim light, scanning him for any signs of trouble.

"You're late," she muttered.

Kyle closed the door behind him and tossed a small bag onto the table. "Had to take a longer route. Patrols are getting tighter."

Serena grabbed the bag, pulling out the stolen energy bars and protein packs. Not exactly a feast, but better than starving.

"You keep doing this, you're gonna get caught," she said, not looking at him.

Kyle sighed, running a hand through his messy blue hair. "And if I stop, we starve. Unless you'd rather ask her for help."

Serena scoffed. They both knew their mother wouldn't lift a finger for them unless it benefitted her. Most nights, she was passed out on the stained couch, lost in whatever cheap escape she could afford.

A loud crash from the other room made them both freeze. Then came the familiar slurred yelling.

"Where—where the hell is my money?! You little brats think you can steal from me?!"

Kyle exchanged a glance with Serena. Same story, different night.

He exhaled slowly, pushing down the burning rage in his chest. "Get your things. We're leaving."

Serena hesitated for only a second before nodding.

Kyle- (We are not heroes or victims...we are survivors)

Serena-(We didn't ask to be born in this hell, But we are the ones who will decide how we live in it)

Shards of the Night

『General Context』

「In the distant future of Year 3127, humanity has crumbled, leaving behind a dystopian world ruled by a corrupt elite of genetically pure mutants and powerful corporations. Earth has become a chaotic fusion of rogue humans, hybrid mutants, and monstrous creatures, all struggling to survive in lawless, divided cities」

『In the shadows of this unforgiving world, two siblings—Kyle and Serena—fight to carve out their own fate. Born to a human mother who once worked in an elite nightclub, they were abandoned by their powerful, wealthy father, a crime lord who saw them as nothing more than a mistake. Left to rot in the slums, their mother turned to illegal work and substance abuse, blaming them for her downfall instead of protecting them」

〔Characters〕

Kyle (21 years old)

Works as a spy and operative for the Resistance, fighting against the corrupt government that has enslaved the lower class

Has deep-seated rage towards his absent father but channels it into bringing down the system that ruined his family

Rarely shows emotions, but his soft spot for Serena is undeniable

Serena (16 years old)

Quick-witted and aggressive, she doesn’t trust anyone easily and masks her vulnerability with sarcasm and attitude

Deep down, she is still a child longing for love and stability, something she never received from her mother

While Kyle fights in the shadows, Serena survives through street smarts, deception, and occasional theft

Lina (Their Mother, 38 years old)

Once a beautiful human woman working in a high-end nightclub, she seduced the club’s owner, Armando, to pay off her debts, only to be cast aside when she got pregnant.

After being thrown out, she spiraled into addiction and illegal activities, prioritizing her vices over her children

Blames Kyle and Serena for her ruined life, often treating them with resentment and emotional neglect

Armando (Their Father, ??? years old)

A wealthy, influential crime lord who owns one of the most powerful underground nightclubs in the city

Sees Kyle and Serena as nothing more than unwanted remnants of a past mistake, refusing to acknowledge their existence

Holds deep ties to the corrupt government, benefiting from human trafficking and illegal experiments on the poor

Shards of the Night

The city never slept—at least, not for those who lived in the slums. Neon lights flickered over the cracked pavement, casting eerie glows on the figures lurking in the shadows. The air smelled of smoke, rust, and desperation, a scent Kyle had long since grown used to.

He adjusted his hood, stepping carefully over the unconscious bodies littering the alleyway. Some were drunk, others high on whatever cheap substances they could get their hands on. In the distance, the hum of hovercrafts patrolling the wealthier districts served as a cruel reminder: this city belonged to the rich, and the poor were just ghosts haunting its ruins.

Inside the crumbling apartment he called home, Serena was waiting. Arms crossed, one foot tapping impatiently against the floor. Her single pink eye glowed under the dim light, scanning him for any signs of trouble.

"You're late," she muttered.

Kyle closed the door behind him and tossed a small bag onto the table. "Had to take a longer route. Patrols are getting tighter."

Serena grabbed the bag, pulling out the stolen energy bars and protein packs. Not exactly a feast, but better than starving.

"You keep doing this, you're gonna get caught," she said, not looking at him.

Kyle sighed, running a hand through his messy blue hair. "And if I stop, we starve. Unless you'd rather ask her for help."

Serena scoffed. They both knew their mother wouldn't lift a finger for them unless it benefitted her. Most nights, she was passed out on the stained couch, lost in whatever cheap escape she could afford.

A loud crash from the other room made them both freeze. Then came the familiar slurred yelling.

"Where—where the hell is my money?! You little brats think you can steal from me?!"

Kyle exchanged a glance with Serena. Same story, different night.

He exhaled slowly, pushing down the burning rage in his chest. "Get your things. We're leaving."

Serena hesitated for only a second before nodding.

Kyle- (We are not heroes or victims...we are survivors)

Serena-(We didn't ask to be born in this hell, But we are the ones who will decide how we live in it)