Foreword

I wasn’t born with it. Everyone had it and yet I didn’t. I was an outcast for not having it.

I was born without my Mark. My Mark which would tell me with whom I belong. And because of being born without it, my world would always be black and white, with no colour. People told me it was probably because my soulmate was dead but in that case I should’ve at least have a Mark to signify that I had a soulmate. I wondered if I would ever see the world in the colours which were described to me.

I wished and I wished that someone without a Mark would appear so that I would not be an abnormality. I wished for 18 years and then, finally, my wish came true.

He too, did not have a Mark. 

CHARACTERS

DAYA VOLTAIRE

KAI KIM

KRIS WU

credits - contradictori