The End of the World

She was the first Cursed Child to be born, and also the one humanity called the Light of Hope.

Yet as hope itself, she had never received the treatment hope deserved. From the moment she became aware, she had lived in a pitch-black underground laboratory lit only by dim lights.

At first, there had only been her. Later, eleven more sisters like her gradually arrived.

They were imprisoned in an airtight room filled with an unpleasant stench. Every day, different people in white coats came into the room to draw their blood or cut flesh from their bodies despite their painful struggles.

No matter how they were harmed, they would recover completely by the next day. Some researchers even joked that if the apocalypse ever came, they would make the best unlimited emergency food supply.

They paid no attention at all to the little faces twisted in pain.

Day after day passed like this, and they gradually became numb. Within that enclosed space, the only warmth they could feel came from each other's bodies.

Until one day, when she turned twelve. On that very day, her body began undergoing widespread mutations.

Strange tentacles began growing from her back. When the researchers discovered this, they became excited one after another, but by then, she already possessed inhuman strength.

Though she had no way to escape the heavily sealed laboratory for the time being, as long as she refused to cooperate, the researchers could do nothing to her.

To make her obedient, she and her eleven sisters received gifts for the first time.

Though they were only simple toys, they cherished them dearly as their first gifts. A faint trace of hope appeared in their gray world.

They believed that as long as they behaved, one day they would be able to