Hollow Thread throws you into the raw, brutal world of Cainen—a kid born dead inside before he even took his first breath. No parents, no power, no future. The world’s elite are born with flashy gifts called RACs, but Cainen’s a void—a blank slate rejected by fate itself.

Left to rot after the death of his only caretaker, Cainen grows up in squalor, bullied and broken by kids with powers he can’t match. One day, something snaps. Armed with nothing but a chain and sickle, he becomes a whirlwind of violent revenge, tearing through the school halls like a madman.

The law can’t touch him fully—he’s a kid—but they mark him for exile once he’s grown. Knowing he’s got a ticking clock, Cainen turns even more dangerous, fighting anyone who crosses him, fueled by rage, survival, and the desperate need to prove he’s not nothing.

At fifteen, no power, no help—just pure fury and fists that refuse to quit. This is the rise of a storm no one saw coming.

The district's quiet… for now. Word's spreading: two nobodies just claimed a whole chunk of city like it was lunch money. Kaito's bored again. Cainen's hyped on his own fumes. DMK keeps pacing, like something's wrong.


DMK (low growl): "I smell iron… but not blood. Something twisted."


Cainen (eye twitching): "You always smell some shit."


The sound creeps through the broken alleys like a ghost with rhythm. Off-key. Delicate. Too soft for this city. Too deliberate.


Kaito (standing up, chain sliding loose): "You hear singing… run."


From the rooftop — a blur of pink and bat.Lilith flips down in a ballerina spin, landing with her toes pointed like she's on stage.


Four gang members who tried to sneak back into the district are frozen behind her, caught mid-run.


"One's for the scream,Two's for the snap,Three's for your skull going clap clap clap~"


She hits the first with her barbed bat. His head folds like wet cardboard. Blood hits the concrete in a perfect spiral.


The others scream and scatter. Doesn't matter.


She dances through them.Smiling. Twirling.Each swing is art.


Cainen (eyes wide): "She's not just crazy… she's practiced."


Kaito (already moving): "She's obsessed. Obsessed is deadly."


Lilith finishes the fourth victim by stabbing them with the end of her bat — just the blunt end. No reason. Just fun.


Then she looks at Kaito. That smile again.


Lilith: "Kaito~ You didn't invite me... So I made my own entrance."


Cainen (stepping in front): "Back. Off."


She stops. Looks at him. Slowly tilts her head.


Lilith: "Aw. You're adorable. You think he's yours?"


Lilith (serious now): "You'll die last."


And just like that, she skips away, singing again.


DMK's breathing heavy. Kaito's staring hard at the spot she vanished. Cainen?


Cainen (growling): "She thinks she can just walk in and kill whoever she wants?"


Kaito: "She's not thinking. She's playing. Like a cat with a burning mouse."


Not from the government.Not from the gangs.Not even from their own side.


And Cainen knows something now:This "Deadly Six"... is gonna need rules.


Chapter 11 - Run If You Hear Singing