City Name: Necrovera
In the shadowed corners of the world map, hidden behind mountains long erased from history books, lies a city whispered about in forgotten tongues — Necrovera.
Once a thriving metropolis powered by the fusion of science and mysticism, Necrovera is now a ghost city cloaked in secrets. Decades ago, its brightest minds conducted an experiment to conquer death — a reckless venture known as "Project Rebirth." They sought to create a new form of life, one that would defy mortality and elevate mankind to gods. But what they awakened was not salvation... it was something else.
The city was sealed off from the world after the catastrophe. Official records claim it never existed. But deep within its high-tech ruins and silent laboratories, something stirs. The city pulses with a cold, artificial heartbeat, and the remnants of the experiment — part-machine, part-human, and no longer fully sane — still roam the alleyways, defending the city's darkest truths.
Necrovera is a maze of rusted skyscrapers, shattered glass bridges, and holographic ghosts. Neon lights flicker over empty streets. The air carries a metallic taste — a mix of ozone, oil, and something unspoken. Surveillance drones float silently overhead, scanning for life, or perhaps something worse.
Rumors say Necrovera holds the key to immortality. Mercenaries, rogue scientists, bounty hunters, and thrill-seekers venture in... most never return. But one woman — is about to cross its threshold, not for glory, but for revenge. And they won't leave until the truth is uncovered — even if it kills them.
Welcome to Necrovera.
Where death was just the beginning.
There was a girl named Siayanchi.
In her city stood an old, abandoned lab—once the site of dangerous experiments on both machines and humans. Siayanchi had been forced into leadership there, under the control of the most feared woman: a cold, brilliant scientist who masked her cruelty behind a youthful face.
This woman treated people like machines, creating weapons so destructive they could wipe out entire cities in moments. To protect herself, she built an army—mutated soldiers, forged through painful experiments. Many died, unable to withstand the procedures.
One day, she captured a 7-year-old girl. The child resisted, always trying to escape, but a goose-transmitter implanted beneath her skull ensured she was always tracked and caught.
Eventually, she was brought to the lab for the final experiment. The pain was unbearable. Her screams echoed through the halls, shaking the very foundations of the facility.
And then—it happened.
A massive explosion tore through the lab, reducing everything to rubble. Smoke filled the sky. Chaos reigned.
Amidst the destruction, the young scientist—now known only as Young Hee—stood furious.
"Find her," she ordered coldly. "I want that girl at any cost."
The guards scrambled to search, scanning every inch for her. But she was gone. Vanished. Even the GPS transmitter implanted inside her had gone dark.
No trace remained.
What would happen now?
Everyone began searching for the girl, but she was nowhere to be found. A heavy silence settled on Young Hee's face. What no one knew was that, during the explosion, the girl had fallen from the lab window into a nearby drainage canal. Unconscious, her small body drifted through the currents, eventually carried over two thousand kilometers away.
To ensure she didn't fall into anyone else's hands, Miss Young Hee deployed her agents across the country, instructing them to find the girl at any cost. Her men spread across nations, launching a global search.
Young Hee had created a device capable of detecting the remnants of the experiment. With just a small trace, the device could track the origin of the source—and the person it had been used on.
But what they didn't know was that the girl they were so desperately searching for was no longer ordinary. The experiment had changed her. She was now a living weapon.
Though still a child, her power remained hidden beneath her youthful appearance. As she grew, the true extent of that power would begin to reveal itself—unstoppable, unimaginable.
When Siyanchi regained consciousness, she found herself in a fragile state, lying in a small, unfamiliar house. Her body had been through unbearable pain, but now, as she opened her eyes, she felt oddly better. All the pain and wounds that once covered her body had mysteriously disappeared.
Slowly, she got up and stepped outside. The area was unfamiliar, almost deserted, with only a few people scattered around. The environment was bleak, the air heavy with dust, and the village seemed to struggle with poverty. As she walked through the narrow paths, people turned their heads, surprised by her sudden appearance. They whispered among themselves, stunned at how a girl who looked so injured could now be walking as if untouched.
Siyanchi observed their wary expressions and felt unease. These people… they look at me like I'm something strange, she thought.
Near the end of the street, there was a small mirror shop. As she walked past, her reflection caught her attention. She stopped, startled. Her height had changed slightly, her hair had a strange shine to it—almost as if touched by some unknown element. But what truly shocked her was the faint metallic gleam at the back of her neck. Her hair shimmered with a subtle, unnatural luster, like it had been altered.
Before she could gather her thoughts, her stomach growled with a sharp pain. Hunger clawed at her insides. She sat down, weak and overwhelmed. A moment later, an old woman approached her gently.
"What happened, daughter?" the woman asked, her voice soft and kind.
Siyanchi looked up and replied, "I am very hungry… but I don't have any money to buy food."
The woman looked at her with pity and reached into her cloth bag. She pulled out two pieces of flatbread and handed them to her. Siyanchi took them gratefully and began to eat, her hands trembling. The warmth of the bread comforted her aching body.
Afterwards, she looked up at the woman and said sincerely, "Thank you, ma'am."
The woman simply nodded and walked away, disappearing into the dusty street.
With her hunger somewhat eased, Siyanchi began to wander through the village, quietly observing the way people lived. Everything felt so unfamiliar, so distant from the world she had once known.
Eventually, she approached a man standing near a broken cart and asked, "What is the name of this village?"
The man looked at her, his face weathered and tired, and said, "This village is called Stein. There's barely any proper food or drinking water here. And people... they keep dying. Someone or something always seems to be killing them."
Siyanchi's heart sank as she listened. What kind of place have I ended up in? she wondered, her thoughts now shadowed by the darkness that seemed to cling to this strange, forgotten village.