The sky cracked open

One moment it was a clear blue, the next it was ripped into darkness, veins of black spreading across the clouds

The ground shivered as if the earth itself were trying to tear apart, buildings trembling and crumbling beneath the weight of a world unmaking itself.

Screams pierced the air, but they were drowned out by the low, otherworldly rumble that came from the cracks

From the black fissures, shapes emerged—tall, grotesque, moving with unnatural intent

Shadows with too many limbs, eyes that glowed like burning coals, claws that sliced through steel

They came for everything, erasing humanity like it had never existed

And yet, amidst the chaos, a strange spark flickered in some people

They could feel it deep in their bones: strength, speed, senses beyond normal

Powers they had never known awakened as if the world itself had given them a second chance

Hands that had trembled now clenched with iron grip

Eyes that had been weak now saw in the dark

Hearts that had feared now beat with courage unshakable

The fight was brutal

Humanity clawed back against the monsters with the newfound abilities that surged within them

Blood stained the streets, buildings fell like dominoes, and yet, some survived

They fought, bled, and lived to see the next sunrise

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Twelve years have passed since then

The world has healed in many ways, though the memory of those first days still lingers like a shadow over everyone who remembers

The rifts are no longer tearing open everywhere

Monsters are fewer, controlled, hunted by those who carry the power the system gave them

Life, at least on the surface, is normal again

Children play in the streets, restaurants bustle, and people walk without fear—but behind that calm, the memory of what could have been—and what still could come—never truly fades

Even now, some who survived then, who had awakened, live with the knowledge of what it cost

Heroes who once walked among them, some lost to the first rift, some hidden by fate, remain etched into history

And somewhere, in quiet corners of the world, the battle never truly ended

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The door clicked softly as Binbin stepped into apartment, his little backpack bouncing slightly with each step

His caretaker, Ms. Yura, looked up from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel

She asked...trying to sound cheerful...though she knew the question might get little more than a nod.

Binbin didn’t answer at once

He hung his backpack on the hook by the door and slowly turned toward her...his small face serious

His voice was low, careful, holding a quiet weight that made Yura’s heart tighten

Yura said softly, crouching slightly so she was at his level

Binbin’s lips pressed together

He nodded slightly but didn’t smile

The tiny crease between his brows deepened as he repeated

Yura sighed gently, running a hand through her hair

She had expected this. It was the first day of kindergarten, after all—new faces, new sounds, new rules

Most children would chatter about friends, colors, or what they had eaten

But not Binbin....For him, the world outside mattered little if his father wasn’t there

Yura said, leading him toward the kitchen

Binbin followed, his small footsteps quiet on the wooden floor

He climbed onto the chair without a word and watched as Yura prepared a simple plate of food

His eyes, usually so unreadable and calm, flickered with the tiniest shadow of sadness

It was the only emotion he allowed himself to show—and only for his father

Yura set the plate in front of him

Binbin picked up the fork slowly, still silent, still lost in thought about the man who wasn’t home

Yura watched him, her heart softening

She knew it would take time for him to open up, but for now, she was content simply to see him eating—small steps, one quiet moment at a time

Binbin said again, almost a whisper, as if saying it aloud could bring him closer

Yura replied gently, her voice full of reassurance

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CHARACTER INFORMATION

▪️Name: Cha Heon ▪️Nickname: Binbin ▪️Age: 5 ▪️Gender / Type: Male / Alpha ▪️Rank / Status: S-Rank (hidden from world due to age; powers dormant to most people) ▪️Personality:- -:Extremely quiet, rarely speaks to anyone except his father (Cha Minjae / CJ-7) -:Calm, observant, and serious beyond his years -:Shows only one emotion: sadness or longing for his father when he’s absent -:Intelligent for his age; notices details others miss -:Naturally Alpha, even as a child, but does not dominate others; mostly keeps to himself -:Patient and slightly cold toward strangers, but affectionate toward those he trusts

▪️Name: Ms.yuri ▪️Age: 49 ▪️Type: Beta ▪️Personality: Gentle, patient, caring, protective of Binbin ▪️Role: Binbin’s caretaker, keeps him safe and guides him through daily life