The night wind in District 9 always carried the scent of rust and acid rain. No Name stood silently at the edge of a long-dead communication tower, staring down at the sprawling sea of neon in the rotting city below.
He was now the ruler of the shadows. The Nameless Devil.
Yet tonight, for some reason, the darkness in his veins felt restless… as if responding to something far greater.
Suddenly, the air around him thickened. A bone-piercing cold crept up from the soles of his feet.
BZZZT—
In a single blink, all sound was cut off. The roar of factories, police sirens, and the night wind vanished instantly, replaced by a deafening silence. The city lights below dimmed simultaneously before going out completely. Gravity lost its grip, and the concrete beneath his feet dissolved into an endless void.
He had been taken back there.
To the dimension of absolute darkness.
No Name's killer instincts took over immediately. He clenched his fists, and the aura of Pure Darkness erupted violently from his body, forming a dense black barrier. But in this place, the power feared in the real world looked pitiful. His aura was nothing more than a drop of ink trying to resist an infinite ocean of black.
Then… it came.
The faceless entity emerged from the darkness ahead. It floated forward silently, carrying an ancient presence that made every cell in No Name's body scream in terror, commanding him to kneel.
No Name gritted his teeth. He tried to take a stance, to charge forward—
But his body locked completely. Not a single finger could move. He stood frozen like a statue in the void.
The entity stopped just a few steps in front of him. This time, there was no shadowy arm reaching out, no sphere of energy forced into him.
The space around them began to tremble, creating strange ripples. A frequency beyond sound slowly seeped in, resonating directly within No Name's consciousness.
The voice had no tone. No emotion. No gender.
It was the echo of something impossibly ancient.
( "Red… Blue… Green…" )
Only three words. Three colors.
Before No Name could even begin to process the meaning behind the absurd message, the entity raised its shadowy arm and made a slow, effortless motion through the air.
A massive crack split open the void. The absolute darkness around him shattered like a colossal mirror struck by a hammer.
WUSHHH!
No Name gasped violently, his body lurching forward as his knees slammed against the rough concrete floor. His breath came in ragged gulps, desperate for oxygen. He was back on the rusted tower. The polluted night wind hit his face again, and the neon lights of the city flickered back to life in the distance.
Cold sweat drenched his temples and neck. He clutched his chest, his heartbeat erratic, staring up at the starless sky.
Those three words kept looping in his mind like a broken tape.
The absolute power now dwelling within him had just opened its eyes.
And No Name realized, with chilling clarity…
this "gift" demanded a price far beyond anything he was ready to pay.