Chapter 1 – The Accident That Ended Me
"I didn't see the lights.I didn't hear the horn.I only remember the sound of glass screaming—and the weightlessness right before I died."
Tokica wasn't special. Not a genius. Not a loser. Just a boy going home after school, earbuds in, head full of nothing. No tragic backstory. No grand ambitions. Just a blank canvas life.
Until the moment a speeding truck painted it red.
And that should have been it.
But death… wasn't the end.
He woke up in a void—not black, not white, but some strange shimmering abyss where time didn't crawl or sprint, but held its breath. A voice, neither male nor female, echoed through the dark like a dream trying to remember itself.
"You died. But you were chosen."
"Chosen for what?" Tokica asked, though he didn't remember opening his mouth.
"To fix what was broken. Or to shatter it beyond repair."
And then — light.
A world surged into being like ink dropped in water — forests of glass trees, mountains floating upside-down, skies torn between night and day.
And in that sky, two moons glared at each other.
One burned with golden fire — Hikari, the realm of unyielding light.
One wept shadows — Yami, the abyss of endless dark.
Tokica had been reborn at the rift between them.
But unlike anyone else… he carried both within him.
Chapter 2: "The Boy With Two Shadows"
"I didn't ask for a second chance. I asked for it to stop hurting.Instead, I got this."
Tokica woke on cold grass beneath a sky cracked in two — one side gold, blinding and warm; the other deep violet, unnervingly silent. The wind whispered in a language he couldn't understand. But it didn't matter.
Because the pain in his chest was real.
Not physical.
Not anymore.
Just… hollow.
He sat up slowly. His school uniform was gone. In its place, a plain black tunic lined with strange white thread — a symbol he didn't recognize stitched over his heart: a broken sun eclipsed by a crescent moon.
The trees around him shimmered like glass, their leaves refracting the light into cruel angles.
And then came the realization.
"I'm not home."
"I died."
"This isn't Heaven."
He tried to move, but something tugged at his shadow.
Literally.
Two shadows stretched out beneath him — one pure black, the other glimmering faintly like pale moonlight.
They twisted, reaching toward the split sky as if yearning to belong to something… or someone.
Suddenly—
"Are you lost?"
The voice came from behind him — soft, feminine, too calm for this cursed place. He turned.
She stood at the edge of the clearing. Hair like silver thread, eyes like dying stars, a blade strapped across her back that pulsed faintly with magic. She looked no older than him.
And yet…
He felt like she could end his life with a blink.
"You're not supposed to be here," she said, stepping forward. "Only the Chosen are permitted inside the Rift."
Tokica swallowed. "I… I don't know where 'here' is."
She looked at him for a long, breathless second. Then her eyes widened.
"You're… one of them."
"Them?" he repeated, heartbeat rising.
She whispered one word, as if saying it would curse the ground.
"Abyssborn."
Chapter 3 – The Edge of Light, the Mouth of Shadows
"Between the blinding day and endless night, there lies a thin line—a razor's edge where fate cuts deepest."
Tokica followed the silver-haired girl through the fractured forest. The ground beneath them hummed faintly, a song of forgotten magic. Each step felt like walking on the brittle spine of the world itself.
"You don't even know your own name," she said softly, "but the Rift knows you. It remembers the Abyssborn."
Tokica swallowed. "I… I'm Tokica. At least, that's what I called myself."
The girl's lips curved into a sad smile. "Names are fragile things here. You'll need more than that to survive."
Ahead, the sky cracked wider—revealing a jagged horizon where burning light bled into creeping shadows like spilled blood on ancient parchment.
"This," she said, "is the border between Hikari and Yami. We call it The Breach."
A cold gust whipped through the trees, carrying whispers of unseen eyes watching from the darkness.
"The Breach is unstable," she warned. "It's where those who seek to control the worlds gather—the corrupt, the desperate, and the damned."
Tokica shivered, a feeling creeping into his bones—a mix of fear, awe, and something darker.
"Why show me this? Why not leave me to the void?" he asked.
Her gaze pierced him like a blade. "Because the Abyssborn are the key. Either the worlds will be healed… or shattered."
They reached a cliff overlooking the Breach. Below, twisted creatures writhed in the shadows, their forms half-formed, their howls muffled beneath the roar of the light.
Tokica clenched his fists. The weight of his new existence settled heavily on his shoulders.
Between light and dark, I must find my place. But what if my place is nowhere?
The Edge of Light, the Mouth of Shadows
"Between the blinding day and endless night, there lies a thin line—a razor's edge where fate cuts deepest."
Tokica followed the silver-haired girl through the fractured forest. The ground beneath them hummed faintly, a song of forgotten magic. Each step felt like walking on the brittle spine of the world itself.
"You don't even know your own name," she said softly, "but the Rift knows you. It remembers the Abyssborn."
Tokica swallowed. "I… I'm Tokica. At least, that's what I called myself."
The girl's lips curved into a sad smile. "Names are fragile things here. You'll need more than that to survive."
The Accident
The screech of tires, the blare of horns. The world slowed as Tokica's mind replayed the final moments. His phone buzzing in his pocket with a message from his best friend. A laugh frozen on his lips. The sudden impact—the cold steel crushing reality—and then, nothing.
Ahead, the sky cracked wider—revealing a jagged horizon where burning light bled into creeping shadows like spilled blood on ancient parchment.
"This," she said, "is the border between Hikari and Yami. We call it The Breach."
A cold gust whipped through the trees, carrying whispers of unseen eyes watching from the darkness.
He remembered sitting in class, the humdrum of lessons he barely cared about. The way the sunlight hit the window, warm and golden. The quiet smile of a girl he never dared talk to. The small victories, the crushing loneliness. A life so ordinary it almost hurt to recall.
"The Breach is unstable," she warned. "It's where those who seek to control the worlds gather—the corrupt, the desperate, and the damned."
Tokica shivered, a feeling creeping into his bones—a mix of fear, awe, and something darker.
"Why show me this? Why not leave me to the void?" he asked.
Her gaze pierced him like a blade. "Because the Abyssborn are the key. Either the worlds will be healed… or shattered."
They reached a cliff overlooking the Breach. Below, twisted creatures writhed in the shadows, their forms half-formed, their howls muffled beneath the roar of the light.
Tokica clenched his fists. The weight of his new existence settled heavily on his shoulders.
Between light and dark, I must find my place. But what if my place is nowhere?
Chapter 4 – Whispers Beneath the Veil
"Some truths hide beneath layers of shadow, waiting for the brave—or the foolish—to uncover them."
The silver-haired girl led Tokica down a narrow path lined with thorny vines that seemed to pulse faintly, like the land itself was alive and watching. The further they walked, the heavier the air grew, thick with magic and old secrets.
"What's your name?" Tokica asked, breaking the silence.
She hesitated, then replied with a voice like the rustle of dry leaves. "You can call me Mira. I'm part of the Order of Hikari."
Tokica's heart skipped. Order of Hikari? The ones who tried to abduct that girl? The ones who enforce the light's will? Why was she here, guiding him?
"Why help me?" he asked.
Mira's eyes darkened. "Because the Abyssborn aren't just myths. They're catalysts. And if the balance tips, both realms will fall into chaos."
Suddenly, a faint whisper tickled Tokica's ear—a voice not Mira's. It was distant, fragmented, but unmistakably real.
"Find the shard. Find the shard…"
He spun around, eyes scanning the trees. No one. Only the veil of twilight and the creeping shadows.
Mira frowned. "You heard it too."
"What shard?" Tokica demanded.
"The Eternity Shard," Mira said, voice dropping. "A relic said to hold the power to mend or destroy the Rift."
Tokica swallowed. This was bigger than he thought.
"And if someone else finds it first?" he whispered.
Mira's gaze hardened. "Then the worlds are lost."
The Hospital Room
Faint beeping monitors. The sterile smell of antiseptic. His mother's hand holding his own, trembling. The doctors' hushed voices. And the sinking feeling of slipping away—losing everything in a blink.
Tokica clenched his fists, the weight of both his past life and this new one pressing down like a storm about to break.
Balance or chaos. Light or dark. Life or death.
He took a shaky breath.
"Then I'll find the shard."
Mira nodded, a flicker of respect in her eyes.
The path ahead was dark, but for the first time, Tokica felt a spark—fragile, yes, but alive.
Chapter 5 – Blood on the Breach
"Mercy is a luxury long dead on this side of the Rift."
The Breach wasn't just a scar on the world — it was a bleeding wound. Tokica and Mira stood on the jagged cliffs overlooking the abyss below, where twisted beasts roamed like nightmares unleashed.
Suddenly, a shriek ripped through the air — sharp, inhuman, soaked in malice.
"Get ready!" Mira hissed, drawing her blade that shimmered with cold light.
From the shadows surged a pack of Nyxfiends — grotesque creatures born from warped darkness, claws dripping venom that could melt flesh and will alike.
Tokica's heart hammered, adrenaline slicing through his fear.
One lunged. He sidestepped, barely. The beast snarled, slashing. Tokica raised a jagged rock — but before he could strike, a Veilshade emerged from the darkness, faster than thought.
It struck with brutal speed, claws tearing through his side. Pain exploded, burning cold and hot at once. Tokica crumpled, blood pouring from the wound.
As darkness crept in, he heard Mira's desperate scream.
"Tokica!"
Everything faded.
The world shattered and rebuilt itself.
Tokica gasped awake. The same cold grass. The fractured sky. The silver-haired girl's eyes wide with relief.
"You're back," Mira whispered, voice trembling.
Tokica's body ached, but the wound was gone.
"I died," he said, voice barely a breath.
Mira nodded solemnly. "You returned to a checkpoint — but every death leaves a scar on your soul."
"What happens if I die again?" Tokica asked.
"The pain... the loss... it gets worse."
He clenched his fists. This was no game.
"Then I'll be ready."
Death is a door—and Tokica just learned to open it again and again.
Chapter 6 – Fractured Mind, Shattered Will
"How many times can a man die before he forgets how to live?"
Days blurred into endless nights.
The world beyond the Rift seemed unchanged — a fractured sky splitting eternal light from eternal darkness — but inside Tokica, everything was breaking.
He woke countless times in that cold clearing, each resurrection dragging him back from the edge of oblivion. His body bore no visible scars — the checkpoint healed the flesh — but his mind was a warzone.
The Weight of Death
Every death replayed like a twisted echo.
The pain. The suffocating darkness.
The final moments stretching into an eternity.
Sometimes, he could still hear the Nyxfiends' snarls, the Veilshade's claws ripping into him, as if his skin were fresh, exposed.
He tried to scream but only hollow silence answered.
The Shadows Whisper
At times, when he closed his eyes, whispers slithered through his thoughts.
"Weak. Fragile. Not meant for this world.""Give up.""Die. Let go."
They sounded like his own voice—twisted and cruel.
He fought them. Every time.
But the shadows clawed deeper, pulling at his resolve.
Mira's Warning
One evening, as the fractured moon bled purple light over the Rift, Mira found him trembling by the edge of a black lake that reflected a sky torn in two.
"You can't keep doing this alone," she said softly.
Tokica's eyes were hollow. "I'm not afraid."
"You should be." Her voice cracked. "The checkpoint saves your life, but it steals pieces of your soul. Every death dims your light — and feeds the darkness inside."
He clenched his fists, the weight pressing down.
"How much of me is left?"
Mira's gaze softened, but the answer was unspoken.
The Rift's Curse
Tokica realized the checkpoint was no blessing.
It was a curse—a cruel paradox.
He was immortal—but at a terrible cost.
Each death frayed his mind, shattered his will.
His dreams twisted into nightmares of endless falling, of faces he couldn't reach, of screams echoing from empty voids.
A Flicker of Resolve
Yet, somewhere beneath the cracks, a spark refused to die.
He remembered the shard—the hope, the destiny forced upon him.
He gritted his teeth and whispered, "I will find it. Even if I have to die a thousand times."
Chapter 7 – Echoes of Light in the Abyss
"Even in the deepest darkness, a single light can become a lifeline."
The fractured sky cracked open above, stars scattered like shattered glass. Tokica sat by a flickering campfire, the cold from the Rift gnawing at his bones. The weight of his endless deaths pressed down like chains, dragging his spirit into the abyss.
But then, a voice — soft, lilting, like a song he'd half-forgotten.
"You shouldn't be out here alone."
Tokica looked up.
There she was.
A girl.
Her hair was a soft shade of lavender, shimmering like dawn's first light. Her eyes were pools of deep emerald, filled with warmth and something unspoken — a quiet strength.
Mira's Introduction
"This is Yuna," Mira said, stepping out from the shadows. "She's from the village of Lumeris — one of the few places untouched by the Rift's corruption."
Yuna smiled gently, and Tokica felt something unfamiliar: hope.
"I've heard stories of the Abyssborn," Yuna said softly. "But I don't believe in monsters."
Tokica's throat tightened.
A Moment of Normalcy
Over the next few days, Yuna showed Tokica the small beauties hidden in the broken world — the wildflowers growing through cracked stone, the gentle hum of life stubbornly persisting.
They shared quiet meals, exchanged stories, and laughed softly under fractured stars.
For the first time since his death, Tokica felt alive — not just surviving, but breathing.
The Flicker of Love
One evening, as they sat beside the campfire, Yuna reached out and took Tokica's hand.
"You carry a heavy burden," she whispered. "But you don't have to carry it alone."
Tokica's heart hammered.
He wanted to believe her.
To believe in a future beyond pain and death.
But the Rift's shadow lingered, a reminder that every light could be snuffed out in an instant.
The Shadow Looms
As they leaned into the fragile warmth of connection, distant howls pierced the night — a reminder that this world wasn't kind to hope.
Tokica gripped Yuna's hand tighter.
"I'll protect you," he vowed.
Even if it meant dying a thousand times over.
Chapter 8 – Shattered Time, Fractured Heart
"Every time the world ends, I wake up to lose her all over again."
The peaceful days were a fragile illusion.
As dawn broke over the Rift, Tokica and Yuna wandered near the edges of Lumeris, where the twisted shadows stretched like fingers seeking to snuff out the light.
Suddenly—a piercing scream tore through the air.
Tokica spun.
Yuna was surrounded by writhing Nyxfiends, their venomous claws reaching for her.
"Run!" Tokica shouted, but the beasts were too fast.
He lunged forward, but a Veilshade appeared from the shadows, slashing through his side with brutal precision.
The Collapse
Pain exploded.
Tokica fell to his knees, vision blurring.
He watched helplessly as one creature lunged at Yuna.
The world shattered.
The Awakening
He gasped awake.
Cold grass beneath him.
Fractured sky above.
Mira's voice trembled beside him.
"You're back."
Tokica's chest heaved.
"Yuna…"
Mira's eyes darkened.
"She's gone. Until you can save her, you'll keep reliving this."
The Loop Begins
Each attempt to save Yuna ended in failure—shadows overwhelming her, claws ripping through flesh, screams echoing through the Rift.
With every death, Tokica's resolve hardened, but so did the weight in his soul.
"How many times can I lose her before I lose myself?"
The Desperate Fight
Tokica's powers flickered and surged—shadows twisting around him, light fracturing from his fingertips.
He learned to anticipate the enemy's strikes, to move faster, fight smarter.
But every victory was temporary.
In this loop of death and loss, Tokica discovered the cruelest truth:Love was both his strength and his greatest weakness.
Chapter 8 – Endless Nightfall
"Some prisons have no walls. Only time."
Tokica woke again.
The cold grass beneath him, the fractured sky above, the faint glow of the Rift shimmering in the distance. But this time felt... different.
He blinked. His side ached—no longer raw from claws but dull, a reminder of wounds long healed by the cruel checkpoint.
He tried to move, but a heaviness rooted him in place. It wasn't the usual numbness after death, but something far worse.
The Weight of Eternity
He glanced around.
Mira stood nearby, her expression tight, worried.
"You're alive," she said softly.
"I know," Tokica muttered, voice hollow.
"The Rift has sealed the loop," she explained, "You won't die again. Not for a while. It wants you to live this nightmare."
Tokica's breath hitched.
"So… the loop's broken?"
Mira shook her head. "No. The cycle continues. But now, you're trapped in the living part of the curse. No more death to reset the pain."
Watching the Clock Tick
Days bled into nights with no relief.
Tokica's world was a slow unraveling.
He saw Yuna smile, laughed softly at her jokes, felt the warmth of her hand in his.
But every moment was tainted by the inevitable.
He knew how it would end.
The Impossible Burden
To love, knowing loss is certain.
He tried to push it away—focus on training, on the shard, on surviving.
But the Rift whispered.
"She will die. You cannot save her. You cannot die."
His powers surged, growing unpredictable.
Shadows flickered unnaturally around him, light bending and fracturing like broken glass.
Isolation and Fractures
Mira watched him carefully.
"You're slipping," she said one evening, voice heavy.
Tokica laughed bitterly. "I'm already broken."
He spent hours staring into the fractured sky, trying to hold together the pieces of his sanity.
The Rift was no longer just a place.
It was a cage.
🌒 Chapter 9 – Living in the Abyss
"To survive is to suffer."
The days were long and empty.
Yuna's laughter haunted him—bright and fragile.
Mira's warnings echoed—soft but sharp.
"You have to fight the Rift, Tokica. Not just the monsters. Not just your enemies."
"But how?" Tokica whispered, eyes hollow. "When I can't even save her… or myself?"
Power Unleashed and Uncontrolled
Tokica's Abyssborn power became a storm within.
Shadows coiled beneath his skin, claws tearing at his soul.
He could feel it slipping—losing control.
Sometimes, when he was alone, the shadows would lash out—tearing the earth, splintering trees.
Mental Descent
Sleep was a stranger.
Nightmares plagued him—visions of Yuna's death repeating in infinite variations.
He screamed into the void, but the Rift swallowed his cries.
A Glimpse of Despair
"Why me?" he begged the sky, the shards of light and dark mocking him.
His hands trembled.
The burden of endless living crushed him.
Mira's Steadfast Presence
But Mira did not leave.
She stayed—silent guardian, a fragile tether to reality.
One night, she placed a hand on his shoulder.
"You're not alone."
Tokica closed his eyes, barely able to believe it.
The Thin Line
Between hope and despair, between light and dark, Tokica balanced—fragile as a candle in the storm.
Chapter 10 – The Breaking Point That Never Comes
"The cage holds tighter, and the key is lost to the abyss."
The Rift watched.
Cold. Unfeeling.
Tokica stood at the edge of the Breach, the world torn between harsh light and endless shadow. His body trembled — not from fear, but exhaustion beyond sleep, beyond pain.
He had lost count of the days — maybe weeks — trapped in this endless limbo.
His mind frayed.
The Prison of the Checkpoint
No death. No escape.
Only the slow grind of existence.
He tried everything — wielding his Abyssborn power with desperate fury, pushing himself harder than ever.
But the cage held.
Every attempt to break free bounced back like a stone against iron.
Fractured Soul
The echoes of Yuna's death haunted every waking moment.
Her smile, frozen in his memory, twisted into a cruel mockery.
Each time he reached out — the shadows snatched her away.
Each hope shattered into dust.
The Final Shard of Resolve
One night, beneath a bleeding moon, Tokica sank to his knees.
His voice was raw.
"If breaking is the only way out… then break me."
The Rift answered with silence.
Mira's Despair
Mira knelt beside him, tears unfallen.
"You're the only one who can endure this," she whispered. "But even you aren't meant to be whole after this."
The Abyss Beckons
Tokica's hands shook.
His soul, cracked and bleeding, reached toward the darkness within.
The Rift's cold embrace wasn't an enemy.
It was home.
And until he was truly broken — body, mind, and soul — the loop would never end.