Gunfire tore through the night.
Screeching tires. Shouts. The metallic clang of falling debris.
Zack, feared gang boss of the streets, felt the searing heat of a bullet tear through his chest.
Pain flashed. Sharp. Merciless.
He had lived fast. Ruled without mercy. And now… in his final moments, death claimed him.
But death… was not the end.
When he opened his eyes, everything was… wrong.
Smaller. Softer. Fragile.
Slender fingers. Narrow shoulders. A child's body.
And yet… alive.
Zack's soul had entered Izumi's body.
But she hadn't died.
A child's mind, confused and innocent—or at least seemingly so.
Yet something inside her stirred. Something dark. Something ruthless.
The moment his soul touched hers, the devouring battle began.
A force surged through them both—Zack attempting to consume, to dominate, to take control.
Izumi, shocked and terrified, felt her soul being torn—but her body fought back.
Her soul's recovery speed was incredible. Faster than anything Zack's soul had ever encountered.
Impossible… Zack thought.
The first strike of soul-devouring power hit him like a hammer.
He tried to claim control of her body.
To make it his own.
But Izumi's soul resisted, pushing back instinctively.
Even young, even childlike, she was ruthless in her survival.
The battle dragged on.
Hours became minutes, minutes became hours.
Pain. Power. Struggle.
Zack, with all his memories and experience, realized:
This was not his body.
Her soul could recover faster than his could claim.
Every move he made, every devouring attempt, was countered.
Her mind screamed. Her instincts flared.
And then… she began to devour him.
Shock hit him.
Zack's soul had entered with certainty, thinking the body would bend to him.
But now a child—Izumi—was feeding on him, taking pieces of his strength in retaliation.
His vision blurred. Power drained. The taste of his own energy twisted in his mind.
This is… insane, he thought. She's… a child… how is she…
The fight continued for nearly a full day.
Sun rose. Sun set.
Inside the body, Zack's soul struggled desperately to dominate, but Izumi's soul adapted faster.
Every attempted absorption met with resistance.
Every push forward was met with a pull back.
And in rare moments, Zack felt himself diminishing, energy siphoned by the child he thought he could control.
By nightfall, both souls were battered, exhausted.
Zack could feel the truth: the body was not his.
Her mind, her instincts, her ruthlessness… all ingrained, all original.
And yet, something had shifted.
A connection had formed.
Two souls tangled in darkness, power, and survival instinct.
Finally, Zack understood.
To survive in this new life, he could not simply take control.
He had to learn. Adapt. Devour wisely.
Izumi's body was his vessel, yes—but it was also a battleground, a test of skill, willpower, and ruthlessness.
And somewhere deep inside, a single, horrifying truth emerged:
This child—this body—was just as ruthless, calculating, and dangerous as he was.
The hunt… had begun.
And nothing would ever be the same again