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Quan once committed a crime.Quan was only seven years old at the time. One night, Quan woke up to hear a noise downstairs. Quan thought they were her parents, but she was surprised because her mother suddenly sounded screaming like someone who was scared. Her parents had never fought before, so little Quan found it strange.Quan, who was curious, finally walked out of the room, which she had left it dark so as not to be caught. Quan closed the door carefully, then quietly peeked through the grille of the stairs.Little Quan then gave a soft breath. At that time she saw there were five people in black robes in the living room. They were holding some kind of dark pointed object. They surrounded her mother who was sitting terrified on a sofa. Quan wanted to help, but she was too scared. Her heart wondered where her father and two brothers were. The little girl bit her lip, holding back sobs and the urge to call for anyone to immediately help her mother.Sta

It had been ten years since the incident, but Quan could still taste the rancid smell of white blood with the tip of her mind. Often times the girl closed her eyes and took a deep breath, so that at least the glint could be reduced. Quan thought time would cloud the memory, but she seemed to have her hopes up. At the very least, she had managed to fool herself into thinking that what she was doing was the right thing, or she thought so.Quan looked away. The teenager stared at the distant forest through the window beside her, wondered how her mother (she refused to think of Eva as a stepmother) could become Suuvoc's right hand man without the public knowing. Which then ended with a black weapon (which she later learned was called the Sword Stake) from… she forcibly stopped the memory.Quan took a deep breath, controlling herself.The Moa Forest that she stared at seemed so quiet and full of secrets. It's okay, no big deal, she thought. She goes i

Quan snapped out of her reverie when the bell struck twice. Mrs. Hilda left the room and a few moments later, another teacher entered the second grade.Mr. Kei is a friendly and humorous face, but even so, he remains firm. Quan liked this one teacher for his lesson: Dark History. Dark History is not always as dark as its name, but other students still like it because it is quite interesting. Sometimes the lessons learned are not always in public books outside of school.As the lesson started, Mr. Kei wrote “Blood & Secret” on the board and first looked back on last week's lesson for a few minutes as usual.“What causes us to be called White, Silver and Black People?” Mr. Kei asked the dozens of students in front of him in a loud voice, after discussing last week's material.The class suddenly thundered as all the students answered in unison while banging on the table (as they were considered lazy, Quan and Exan simply replied c