The Class That Cried Werewolf

Prologue

(A/N) = Author Note

italics = Thoughts

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-3rd Person POV -

The first incident was in Qingqing City. An extraordinary child was born who radiated light. After that, reports of people with superpowers popped up across the globe. No one knew what was causing these "Quirks." The world has become a superhuman society, with about 80% of the population possessing some uncanny ability. The streets looked like scenes from comic books. As cities swirled with chaos and confusion, a new profession dominated our collective consciousness. It was an age of heroes!

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In the dimly lit confines of the decrepit room, shadows danced eerily against the cracked walls, casting an ominous pall over the scene. The air hung heavy with the acrid stench of despair, a suffocating presence that seemed to seep into every corner, clinging to the young boy's bruised and battered form. With wolf-like features that betrayed his lineage, he lay sprawled upon the unforgiving floor, a pitiful sight amidst the aftermath of the Shikaku Renmei's merciless assault.

"This isn't over, trash!" The taunting words of the Shikaku Renmei's grunt echoed through the cramped space, a final, scornful farewell before the tormentor vanished into the shadows, leaving behind only the broken form of the boy as his cruel handiwork.

"Why...?" The whispered question hung heavy in the air, a solitary plea for understanding amidst the suffocating darkness. Through gritted teeth and trembling limbs, the wolf boy struggled to push himself upright, his every movement a testament to the resilience of his spirit. Yet, despite his efforts, the echoes of his assailant's scornful words lingered, haunting him with the bitter taste of defeat and shame.

Three years had passed since that harrowing day when the innocence of childhood was violently stripped away, leaving scars that ran deeper than mere flesh. It began like any other day in the life of a carefree five-year-old, the promise of adventure and laughter lingering in the air. Yet, the tranquility shattered like glass as the tranquility of the morning was shattered by the sudden onslaught of violence. In a cruel twist of fate, thugs descended upon the unsuspecting family, unleashing chaos and destruction without warning.

Amidst the chaos and despair, the boy's parents fought bravely against overwhelming odds, their valiant efforts a testament to the fierce love that burned within their hearts. But their bravery proved futile in the face of such ruthless adversaries. Bound and helpless, the boy could only watch in horror as the thugs callously snuffed out the lives of his beloved parents before his very eyes. With their senseless deaths, his world crumbled, plunging him into a nightmare from which there seemed no escape.

Forced into the dark embrace of the yakuza, the boy's once-promising future was irrevocably shattered, replaced by a grim existence filled with unspeakable horrors. Each passing day brought with it a relentless onslaught of brutality—daily beatings, torture, and the ever-present specter of death that loomed ominously over every prisoner, particularly those with Quirks akin to his own.