Chapter 87: Aruya, Part 1
By evening, as the moon slowly rose over the Orange Zone, the city came alive—its streets flooded with noisy youth wandering past shop windows and cafes.
Among them stood out a single figure—a girl in a short skirt, an unzipped blue bomber, and a school shirt worn loose. Her walk was confident, her gaze sharp and defiant.
She didn’t just walk—she cut through the crowd, and every passerby instinctively turned to stare. But it wasn’t just her that drew attention...
Walking beside her, calmly padding along the asphalt, was a white tiger cub.
She lazily chewed gum, ignoring the stares, heading straight for a nightclub like the whole world was just a backdrop for her arrival.
And that bold girl everyone was whispering about?
Yeah. That was me. Aruya. Eighteen years old.
This Chapter’s about me. What, I can’t tell the story from my side?
I know people hate it when the narration suddenly shifts to another character. They like what they know—familiar faces, comfy scenes, predictability.
But too bad. Tonight, it’s my turn.
So listen closely.