Prologue
Here Yuri stood, face to face with the boy he despised the most. The boy who despised him the most. This was like a game to him, and Yuri knew the game he was playing was dangerous. The boy was the first to make a move, he dived forward over the water barrier, shouting a sort of cry as he went over. Yuri didn’t manage to dodge in time and he resulted in crashing against the floor, blades of grass tangling with his naturally long black hair. Yuri struggled in the grasp of the boy, who began to rummage in his avatars pocket, until Yuri caught the glint in the sun of a knife. He squirmed, but the boy kept his grip. He ran the knife along the knife along the side of his neck. A sickening smile spread across his face, pressing the blade against Yuri’s bare skin.
“You wanna know something Yuri?” He hissed, caressing the knife up and down Yuri’s neck. “I love the name. Black Archer. Think I might get a better name when I kill you?”
