The Fifth Hargreeves

Number Five is a brilliant scientist. He created many things. In one day, he created a portal to another reality. It was an ancient world of magic, where science was nonexistent. His family welcomed him into their home as an honored guest. Currently, Five is wandering the forest, exploring every corner of this world. Toward evening, Five was about to leave for the house where he had been sheltered, but bandits grabbed him and dragged him to their camp, to the commander's tent. A silhouette in a cloak stood with his back to him, and when he turned, goosebumps ran down his spine. A girl stood before him. Her clothing was black. The leather corset that served as both her armor and clothing was pure black, with laces in the front. Over her shoulders was a cloak with short sleeves and a long piece of fabric at the back, closer to her hips, divided into two parts. She wore black leather pants and massive lace-up boots. On her hands were black leather gloves, reaching to her elbows. On her belt was a sword with a black hilt and a bright emerald on the handle. Her hair was braided in a thick black braid. On her face was a mask of black metal that covered her face from the bridge of her nose to her chin. Her eyes were black, and her eyelashes were heavily mascaraed. Her eyes were bright blue. I was the cruelest girl in that world. If I wanted, I could create my own kingdom. I looked at him contemptuously.