the order of ghul

Chapter 1 A young girl stirred awake, her sleep interrupted by the sound of heavy thudding downstairs. Blinking the drowsiness away, she turned to her twin sister, who remained undisturbed, breathing softly in the dim glow of the moonlight. Curiosity gnawed at her. Slowly, she slipped out of bed and crept toward the door, her bare feet barely making a sound against the wooden floor. The house was eerily silent, save for the muffled noises below. Descending the stairs, she froze mid-step. Her breath hitched. Her parents were on their knees. A tall, shadowed figure loomed over them, a gun leveled at their faces. Fear coiled around her throat, choking any sound before it could escape. She wanted to scream, to run—to do anything—but her body refused to move. And then, the man spoke. “You should have never defied us.” Her father’s voice trembled as he pleaded. “No, please... I was meant to choose, but I didn’t know what to do. My hand was forced.” Her mother shivered but remained silent, her head bowed, as if already accepting the inevitable. A sudden noise echoed from the stairs. The intruder turned sharply. Her father and mother followed his gaze—up to where she stood. Wide eyes. Shaking limbs. Exposed. Her father’s voice broke through the silence, desperate and firm. “Nyx, go back to bed.” "Mom, Dad... what's going on?" she asked, her voice breaking, tears welling in her eyes. Her mother forced a trembling smile. “Hey, Nyx, just go back to bed. We’re going to be fine. It’s nothing, just a little situation here.” Nyx shook her head, stepping down another stair. "Then why is he pointing a gun at you?" The assailant chuckled, his voice a cold, mocking whisper. “Wow, your daughter. So sad she’s going to watch both of you die.” Her father clenched his fists. “You don’t have to do this. We can still fix this.” The man tilted his head. “Oh, Damien… you know that’s not how this works.” Nyx’s heart pounded. Something was very, very wrong. Her mother suddenly turned toward her, panic flashing in her eyes. “Nyx, listen to me. Take your sister and run.” The gun clicked. The trigger was pulled. BANG! Nyx screamed. “Nooo!” as she watched her parents collapse, their lifeless bodies hitting the floor. Blood pooled beneath them, dark and glistening in the dim light. The assailant shifted his gaze to her. A slow, deliberate step forward. Nyx turned to run, but her foot slipped. A sharp gasp tore from her lips as she tumbled down the stairs, her body hitting the steps hard. Pain exploded through her skull. The world blurred. Then—darkness. --- A dull ache throbbed in her head. Nyx stirred, her eyelids fluttering open to a blinding white ceiling. Her breath hitched as she took in the stark emptiness around her—white walls, white floor, white lights overhead. The air smelled sterile, cold, unfamiliar. Her fingers curled against the smooth surface beneath her. A bed? No, it felt too stiff. A slab. Panic surged through her chest. She pushed herself up with trembling arms, her body aching from the fall—how long had she been unconscious? Then she noticed it. No windows. No doors. She wasn’t in a hospital. She was somewhere else. And she wasn’t alone. She tried to remember what happened, but nothing came. Her mind was a blank slate. Who am I? Where am I? A faint hiss filled the air as the door slid open. A young blonde woman stepped inside, dressed in white. She smiled—too friendly, too practiced. "You're awake." Nyx stared at her, searching her face for anything familiar. There was nothing. The woman gestured for her to follow. "Come on, it’s time to join your friends." Nyx’s mind reeled. Friends? What friends? She hesitated, but something about the woman’s gaze told her she didn’t have a choice. Slowly, she swung her legs over the slab and stood. Her feet were bare, her body clothed in a loose, white uniform she didn’t remember putting on. She followed the woman through the corridor, her eyes darting around, trying to take in everything—anything. She needed a clue, something to ground herself. But the hallways were just as stark as the room. White walls. Dim lights. No signs, no windows. A prison dressed as purity. They walked until they reached a massive hall. Inside, dozens of young girls moved about, all dressed in the same white uniforms. Some were sparring in a designated training area, their movements sharp and precise. Others sat in small groups, talking in hushed voices. A few stole glances at Nyx as she entered, but no one spoke to her. What is this place? The blonde woman stopped, turning to her. "Welcome home, Nyx." Meanwhile, another young girl lay motionless, wrapped in thick blankets as medics hovered around her. Her body trembled—not from the cold, but from the shock that had numbed her to the core. She had woken up to disaster. Her parents’ lifeless bodies lay in a pool of their own blood, the warmth of their presence gone forever. And Nyx—her twin, her other half—was nowhere to be found. Tears burned her eyes, but no sound escaped her lips. The weight of silence pressed against her chest, suffocating. The flashing red and blue lights outside cast eerie shadows against the walls. Forensic teams moved carefully, marking the scene, collecting evidence, speaking in hushed tones. But all she could hear was the echo of that gunshot—the one that shattered her world. A woman approached, flashing her badge. "Hey, I'm Detective Reyes." One of the medics turned to her. "Please don’t press her too much. She’s still in a lot of shock." Reyes crouched beside the girl, her voice soft. "I know the pain you're going through right now, but I need your help to catch those responsible. Can you do that for me?" Silence. The girl just stared ahead, her expression unreadable. Reyes sighed, standing to leave. But then— "My sister... where is she?”