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Soul of a Fallen Soldier (REWRITE)

Summary:

A nameless girl had been living her life peacefully, hidden from the outside world – and hidden from the Order Coffin Company – until the night she stumbled into a battle between vampires and Kownloon Children. In the chaos, she was gravely wounded, and darkness claimed her.

Believing her to be a vampire, a Company investigation team brought her to the Special Zone, placing her fate in the hands of the “Dragon King of the East,” Sei.

Sei, against the protests of others - particularly Zelman Clock - allowed her to remain in the Special Zone under Zelman’s care. Something in her stirred his curiosity: a desperate, unyielding grip on fragments of a past even she seemed not to understand.

Her aura was fragile, but there was a quiet strength in her. Sei wanted to protect her, to win her trust. But he knew well that safety in the Special Zone was fragile - bought with ceaseless struggle and sacrifice.

What no one yet realised was that she might be the one foretold to end their endless war.

Chapter 1: Prologue

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She ran along the deserted streets of the old town, desperately trying to escape the raging fire engulfing the run-down buildings, the heat of the fire clawing at her back. The air was thick with ash; buildings crumbled under the roaring blaze.

The flames glowed in the pitch-black night, dancing, sparkling, erupting into the air, destroying everything that was left of the city. The night sky glowed orange, sparks rising like stars before vanishing into the darkness - a mockery of beauty in the face of ruin. Despair.

Hope had died long before the flames reached her. The city was already lost.

Her body, mortally wounded, moved on sheer instinct. Her vision blurred; her breaths came shallow. In the narrow embrace of an alleyway, her strength gave way. She collapsed onto the cold stone, consciousness slipping away. Alone. Left to die.

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“Rinsuke!” The deep shout cut through the crackle of dying flames.

The purple-haired investigator turned toward the voice.

“We've found someone - a girl!”

'We've found someone.'

The words jolted him. Rinsuke crossed the rubble-strewn street and knelt beside the figure lying still on the ground. Her hair, once a light shade, was now matted with blood. Only a few strands hinted at its natural colour.

Something in him - instinct, perhaps, or pity - stirred. He shrugged off his jacket, wrapping it carefully around her before lifting her into his arms.

He carried her away from the ruins, the glow of the burning city fading behind them.