They say monsters don't exist. I used to believe that too—Until I met one in the mirror.
My name is Hiromu Ayanami. I'm seventeen years old.
I can read minds. Shoot better than trained snipers. Slip into your thoughts like a whisper in the dark.
But I wasn't always like this.
Back then, I was just a scared kid in a cage, waiting to be sold like an animal.
My sister Harumi and I…
We weren't born lucky.
Our parents feared us—feared what we could do.
Harumi could control water, make it float, twist, slice through steel like paper.
I could hear people's thoughts. Their secrets. Their lies.
And that terrified them.
So they sold us.
To monsters.
You won't find the Black Market on any map.
It lives in shadows—behind false walls and locked doors, under the city like a second heartbeat.
It's where the world's worst people come to buy things no human should ever own.
Weapons. Secrets. Children with powers.
Like me. Like Harumi.
And that's where we met him.
The man who changed everything.
Detective S.
He didn't have powers. No glowing eyes. No fists of fire.
Just a long coat, steady hands, and the kind of calm you only see in people who've already made peace with death.
He came for a girl. Just one. Powerless. Missing.
Instead, he found us.
And he didn't run.