because for you I'll do anything—

PROLOGUE

"Number 97." A man in white whispered and the girl in front of him looked up. He held his breath, mesmerized by those piercing blue eyes.

Out of all of them, this girl is the only one with eyes that looked like the sky.

They were in a white room, a room so white that one spec of dust can be seen. The girl tilted her head to the side, her long pink hair following her movement. She adjusted herself on the bed to face the man.

The man took something from his pocket. He adjusted his eyeglasses and took a step backward. This was to know if it was succesful or not. If this girl was successfully made or not. If she wasn't, she was to be disposed of.

He extended out his hand and threw the coin that he held towards the girl.

It was so quick that in a split-second, the coin was sent flying towards the wall at incredible speed and strength. Cracks started to appear, and soon the wall started to collapse. The coin was disappated.

Another successful experiment, the man said to himself as he wrote down notes on his clipboard. He looked at the girl once more.

She was small in built. Wrists so thin that you thought they might split into half anytime. She looked weak. But that incredible strength and speed told him that Number 97 will become a very important asset.

"We're done here." The man said and a door opened behind him. He left the room and the girl was left alone.

On that rainy day, a man begged for his life as he crawled on the muddy ground. He was crying and wounded, but out of it all, he was terrified. Terrified of the demon that was behind him.

"Sir," Her voice chimed. "Why don't you look at me?"

Like heck he would. No matter how pretty or kind her voice sounds, only a foolish man would look at her. For anyone who looks into her eyes would see hell in them.

He heard a loud crash and he winced, biting his lip. It wa his house, his home, that was burning down to ashes behind them. And the one who set it ablaze was the girl whose shadow loomed over him.

"Papa." The man's eyes widened in shock. His whole body trembled, clenching his hands into fists in anger.

"Give me what I want and I'll spare your daughter." Her voice sounded so demonic.

"What do you want?! I'll give you—" And as he turned around, he lost his voice. Those blue eyes that seem to look into his soul was death himself.

"Then please die." She pointed her sword towards him. The man looked at his daughter one last time, whose eyes were filled with dread and sadness.

"97." The girl whispered and in one quick movement, blood splattered everywhere. And only a young girl's cry filled the night.