Chapter 1

"Food has lost its taste. Books have lost their appeal. Life has lost its myriad of colors. When will it become colorful again? When will the ride in a car on its way to crash into a wall stop? When will this roller coaster ride be over?"

Swish! the book fell out of Maira's hand. She was on her way to her mother's place and during one of her hunts, she found this book by a relatively known, no, completely unknown write from Florida. She was in a hurry when she bumped into a wall of brick, but the sudden groan suggested otherwise. She looked up, whilst squinting her eyes, the glare of the giant star normal humans call the sun, too strong for her. Finally, the view of desolate, grey eyes shielded by an, 'I love New York', neon yellow cap.

The man-boy, others considered a gentleman had a devilish look of someone up to no good and complete trouble no, more like someone who's about to release the Kraken. The man was someone one would think twice before even looking at directly. He was Arkyn Agnarsson.

A few years ago, though they seemed more like eons, this very girl was the one who dragged him out of his compelling, overwhelming and fervid web like darkness. It was a pothole in a pinhole and if one didn't especially look for, one wouldn't find or even notice it. His darkness didn't lay in his memories but in his apex. If one had to describe it, it would be the most normal thing, if not for it being black and the very cause of the seven deadly sins and one could go on for hours describing that horrid thing. It was the price for disobeying the Dao or what some would call the Tao and not the "digital decentralized autonomous organization", as described by the all-knowing Wikipedia.