Realistic Shading Manga

this needs to be in color After the show, Cinder walked through the circus grounds, still buzzing with adrenaline. Performers clapped her shoulder. Vendors offered her candied apples. The strongman lifted her onto his shoulders for a victory lap.
She belonged here.
That night, curled up in her wagon, she stared at the wooden ceiling and thought about Ryan.
Ryan.
Her old street-performing partner. The one who’d taught her how to juggle when she was just a scrappy kid with oversized ears and a tail she couldn’t control. He’d always drop the third apple on purpose during their act—just to make the kids laugh.
"One day, Cin," he’d said, grinning with that lopsided smile, "we’ll perform for kings and queens. We’ll be legends."
She’d believed him.
But when the circus scouts came through town, only Cinder had been chosen. Ryan had pushed her forward.
"Go. You’re better than this street corner. I’ll catch up—I promise."
That was three years ago.
She wondered if he’d made it. If he was performing somewhere grand. If he still remembered her.
Her ears drooped slightly.
I hope you’re okay, Ryan.

it needs to be in color( no weapon no book) Cinder practiced until her muscles screamed. New flips. Higher jumps. More fire. She pushed herself until she collapsed, panting, ears ringing.
It didn’t matter.
The crowds kept shrinking.
The other performers stopped meeting her eyes. The vendors no longer offered her treats. The strongman walked past her without a word.
She was invisible.
One night, she overheard the Ringmaster talking outside her wagon.
"The new performer arrives next week. Finally, we’ll have a real star again."
"What about Cinder?" someone asked.
"What about her? She’s done. Once the new act is settled, she’s out."
Cinder pressed her back against the wall of her wagon, heart pounding. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps.
Out. Replaceable. Done.
She looked around her "room"—if you could call it that.
A cramped wagon with iron bars on the windows. A thin mattress on the floor. A cracked mirror. The door locked from the outside every night "for her safety."
She’d never noticed before how much it looked like a cage.

Miu has two-tone long hair, one side white and the other black. Hange has brown hair in a ponytail and Hange have glass. Eren has short brown hair and Levi has short black hair.exactly as they are in the picture

Miu and Hange are walking down the hall and talking. They hear a commotion coming from Eren's room and decide to paint him. They open his door. They sit on Eren's bed and paint Eren's face. Miu and Hange laugh.
Hange suddenly sees Eren waking up and decides to paint himself too. Miu stares at Hange nervously.Because Hange Betrayed Miu When Eren wakes up, he looks surprised. Hange points at Miu and Eren catches Miu and Hange paints Miu.even though Miu protests
They laugh so hard that Levi bursts into the room with his typical angry expression and starts muttering something. Miu looks at Levi nervously and tries to smile. And say nervously ,,ehhh." Levi looks away and starts laughing in room. Then he grabs Miu's hand and pulls Levis room. When they are alone, Miu watches him nervously. And Levi laughs at her.

Miu has two-tone long hair, one side white and the other black. Hange has brown hair in a ponytail. Eren has short brown hair and Levi has short black hair.

Miu and Hange are walking down the hall and talking. They hear a commotion coming from Eren's room and decide to paint him. They open his door. They sit on Eren's bed and paint Eren's face. Miu and Hange laugh.
Hange suddenly sees Eren waking up and decides to paint himself too. Miu stares at Hange nervously.Because Hange Betrayed Miu When Eren wakes up, he looks surprised. Hange points at Miu and Eren catches Miu and Hange paints Miu.even though Miu protests
They laugh so hard that Levi bursts into the room with his typical angry expression and starts muttering something. Miu looks at Levi nervously and tries to smile. And say nervously ,,ehhh." Levi looks away and starts laughing in room. Then he grabs Miu's hand and pulls her away. When they are alone, Miu watches him nervously. And Levi laughs at her.

$As “The Everything “(who is the creator and the destroyer) splits its body into small fractions, it goes into a deep slumber. These small fractions became 7 young girls with different powers and abilites at the cost of their own loyalty as they must now watch and guard the multiverse/omniverse from both good and evil dispersing within all the realms to maintain balance. however...it seems like while these were born...an 8th hime was created from the remains of everything´s carcass. This girl had no body of her own and was at first emotionless, yet after being defeated by the protagonist. The Truth absorbed her and sent her into the abyss...where there she became self aware...came back stronger then ever and trapped Truth into his own game. she has now come back for revenge against the mightest of gods Her name is "Z" she wears a dress that goes slightly below her knees and is dark purple and gray, She also has dark purple socks, a red bow, and black dress shoes. She wears a hat with two slits in the front, where her two bangs come out, the rest of her hair being tied in a ponytail her hair is pink and her her eyes are white and black. her cloak color is grey.$

$As “The Everything “(who is the creator and the destroyer) splits its body into small fractions, it goes into a deep slumber. These small fractions became 7 young girls with different powers and abilites at the cost of their own loyalty as they must now watch and guard the multiverse/omniverse from both good and evil dispersing within all the realms to maintain balance. they were called "The Himes" however...it seems like while these were born...an 8th hime was created from the remains of the everything´s carcass. This girl had no body of her own and was at first emotionless, yet after being defeated by the protagonist. The Truth absorbed her and sent her into the abyss...where there she became self aware...came back stronger then ever and trapped Truth into his own game. she has now come back for revenge against the mightest of gods Her name is "Z" she wears a dress that goes slightly below her knees and is dark purple and gray, She also has dark purple socks, a red bow, and black dress shoes. She wears a hat with two slits in the front, where her two bangs come out, the rest of her hair being tied in a ponytail her hair is pink and her her eyes are white and black. her cloak color is grey.$

tamam ilk sayfayı renkli tasarla. panelleri ve diyalogları aşağıda veriyorum, A4 boyutunda olacak 📄 PAGE 1 – Dialogues
🟦 Panel 1 (Okul dışı – büyük açılış paneli)

Narrateur (dış ses):
C’était une matinée normale au Collège Saint-Jean…

Narrateur 2 (dış ses)::
…du moins, en apparence.

🟦 Panel 2 (Sınıf – öğretmen tanıtıyor)

Professeur Durant :
Classe, nous avons un nouvel élève aujourd’hui.

Professeur Durant :
Je vous présente Lucas Martin.

Lucas :
Euh… bonjour tout le monde !

🟦 Panel 3 (Lucas kendini tanıtıyor)

Lucas :
Je suis très content d’être ici !

Lucas :
J’adore les sciences et le sport !

Emma (iç ses):
Il a l’air gentil…

🟦 Panel 4 (Lucas heyecanlı – hafif gergin)

Lucas (iç ses):
Calme-toi, Lucas… tout va bien…

🟦 Panel 5 (Düşme sahnesi, ayağı takılır)

Effet sonore :
TAP TAP

Lucas :
Oh non— !

Maxime :
Ça commence déjà…

🟦 Panel 6 (Yerde yatıyor – komik final)

Emma :
Lucas, fais attention !

Lucas :
Je… je vais bien !

Narrateur (küçük kutu):
Et ainsi commença l’année la plus mouvementée du collège…

Komik ton
Akıcı
A2–B1 seviyesine uygun
Abartı yok
Manga temposuna uygun kısa cümleler

i need this in color
CHAPTER 1 — Fading Applause
Part One: The Glory Days
The circus tent blazed with light.
Cinder soared through the air, her body spinning in a perfect triple flip. Flames traced golden arcs behind her as she juggled the burning pins—one, two, three—never missing a beat. Her dog ears flattened against her skull from the speed, then perked up triumphantly as her feet hit the platform.
The crowd roared.
"AGAIN! AGAIN!"
A little girl in the front row bounced in her seat, tugging her mother’s sleeve. "Mommy, she’s flying!"
Cinder’s tail swayed as she bowed low, bells on her jester costume jingling. This—this—was what she lived for. The applause washing over her like warm rain. The gasps when she pulled off something impossible. The way children’s eyes went wide with wonder.
She caught three more flaming pins mid-air, spun them into a cascade of fire, and landed in a split.
The audience leaped to their feet.
Her smile was real. Bright. Uncracked.
The Ringmaster stood in the shadows beyond the spotlight, arms crossed, nodding with satisfaction.
"Good work, mutt," he’d say later. Not kind, but approving.

this needs to be in color please use the character from last panel
After the show, Cinder walked through the circus grounds, still buzzing with adrenaline. Performers clapped her shoulder. Vendors offered her candied apples. The strongman lifted her onto his shoulders for a victory lap.
She belonged here.
That night, curled up in her wagon, she stared at the wooden ceiling and thought about Ryan.
Ryan.
Her old street-performing partner. The one who’d taught her how to juggle when she was just a scrappy kid with oversized ears and a tail she couldn’t control. He’d always drop the third apple on purpose during their act—just to make the kids laugh.
"One day, Cin," he’d said, grinning with that lopsided smile, "we’ll perform for kings and queens. We’ll be legends."
She’d believed him.
But when the circus scouts came through town, only Cinder had been chosen. Ryan had pushed her forward.
"Go. You’re better than this street corner. I’ll catch up—I promise."
That was three years ago.
She wondered if he’d made it. If he was performing somewhere grand. If he still remembered her.
Her ears drooped slightly.
I hope you’re okay, Ryan.

this needs to be in color CHAPTER 1 — Fading Applause
Part One: The Glory Days
The circus tent blazed with light.
Cinder soared through the air, her body spinning in a perfect triple flip. Flames traced golden arcs behind her as she juggled the burning pins—one, two, three—never missing a beat. Her dog ears flattened against her skull from the speed, then perked up triumphantly as her feet hit the platform.
The crowd roared.
"AGAIN! AGAIN!"
A little girl in the front row bounced in her seat, tugging her mother’s sleeve. "Mommy, she’s flying!"
Cinder’s tail swayed as she bowed low, bells on her jester costume jingling. This—this—was what she lived for. The applause washing over her like warm rain. The gasps when she pulled off something impossible. The way children’s eyes went wide with wonder.
She caught three more flaming pins mid-air, spun them into a cascade of fire, and landed in a split.
The audience leaped to their feet.
Her smile was real. Bright. Uncracked.
The Ringmaster stood in the shadows beyond the spotlight, arms crossed, nodding with satisfaction.
"Good work, mutt," he’d say later. Not kind, but approving.
That was enough.

this needs to be in color take out the book and weapon
please use the character from last panel
After the show, Cinder walked through the circus grounds, still buzzing with adrenaline. Performers clapped her shoulder. Vendors offered her candied apples. The strongman lifted her onto his shoulders for a victory lap.
She belonged here.
That night, curled up in her wagon, she stared at the wooden ceiling and thought about Ryan.
Ryan.
Her old street-performing partner. The one who’d taught her how to juggle when she was just a scrappy kid with oversized ears and a tail she couldn’t control. He’d always drop the third apple on purpose during their act—just to make the kids laugh.
"One day, Cin," he’d said, grinning with that lopsided smile, "we’ll perform for kings and queens. We’ll be legends."
She’d believed him.
But when the circus scouts came through town, only Cinder had been chosen. Ryan had pushed her forward.
"Go. You’re better than this street corner. I’ll catch up—I promise."
That was three years ago.
She wondered if he’d made it. If he was performing somewhere grand. If he still remembered her.
Her ears drooped slightly.
I hope you’re okay, Ryan.

Part Two: The Decline
Three months later.
The tent was half-empty.
Cinder flipped through the air, landed perfectly, juggled the flaming pins with the same precision—but the applause was thin. Scattered. A few polite claps from the families who’d bothered to show up.
She forced her smile wider. Bowed deeper. Added an extra spin.
Nothing.
The little girl who used to sit in the front row wasn’t there anymore.
After the show, Cinder stood alone in the center ring, staring at the empty seats. Dust motes floated through the fading spotlight. The silence pressed against her ears.
"Pathetic."
She turned.
The Ringmaster stood at the edge of the ring, face shadowed, arms crossed.
"Sir, I—"
"The crowds are leaving because of you." His voice was cold. Sharp. "You’re stale. Boring. A one-trick pony—or should I say, one-trick mutt."
Her tail tucked instinctively. "I can learn new tricks. I’ll practice harder—"
"I’ve already made arrangements." He turned away. "There’s a new act coming. Someone with real talent."
The words hit like a punch to the gut.
"You’re replaceable, Cinder. Don’t forget that."
He walked away, boots echoing on the wooden floor.
Cinder stood frozen, flames still flickering on the pins in her hands.
Slowly, she let them drop.
They clattered to the ground, extinguished.
Weeks passed.

it needs to be in color Part Two: The Decline
Three months later.
The tent was half-empty.
Cinder flipped through the air, landed perfectly, juggled the flaming pins with the same precision—but the applause was thin. Scattered. A few polite claps from the families who’d bothered to show up.
She forced her smile wider. Bowed deeper. Added an extra spin.
Nothing.
The little girl who used to sit in the front row wasn’t there anymore.
After the show, Cinder stood alone in the center ring, staring at the empty seats. Dust motes floated through the fading spotlight. The silence pressed against her ears.
"Pathetic."
She turned.
The Ringmaster stood at the edge of the ring, face shadowed, arms crossed.
"Sir, I—"
"The crowds are leaving because of you." His voice was cold. Sharp. "You’re stale. Boring. A one-trick pony—or should I say, one-trick mutt."
Her tail tucked instinctively. "I can learn new tricks. I’ll practice harder—"
"I’ve already made arrangements." He turned away. "There’s a new act coming. Someone with real talent."
The words hit like a punch to the gut.
"You’re replaceable, Cinder. Don’t forget that."
He walked away, boots echoing on the wooden floor.
Cinder stood frozen, flames still flickering on the pins in her hands.
Slowly, she let them drop.
They clattered to the ground, extinguished.
Weeks passed.

The Decline
Three months later.
The tent was half-empty.
Cinder flipped through the air, landed perfectly, juggled the flaming pins with the same precision—but the applause was thin. Scattered. A few polite claps from the families who’d bothered to show up.
She forced her smile wider. Bowed deeper. Added an extra spin.
Nothing.
The little girl who used to sit in the front row wasn’t there anymore.
After the show, Cinder stood alone in the center ring, staring at the empty seats. Dust motes floated through the fading spotlight. The silence pressed against her ears.
"Pathetic."
She turned.
The Ringmaster stood at the edge of the ring, face shadowed, arms crossed.
"Sir, I—"
"The crowds are leaving because of you." His voice was cold. Sharp. "You’re stale. Boring. A one-trick pony—or should I say, one-trick mutt."
Her tail tucked instinctively. "I can learn new tricks. I’ll practice harder—"
"I’ve already made arrangements." He turned away. "There’s a new act coming. Someone with real talent."
The words hit like a punch to the gut.
"You’re replaceable, Cinder. Don’t forget that."
He walked away, boots echoing on the wooden floor.
Cinder stood frozen, flames still flickering on the pins in her hands.
Slowly, she let them drop.
They clattered to the ground, extinguished.
Weeks passed.

High above the world, within a realm of pale marble halls and endless skies, a young woman stood before a shimmering mirror of magic.

Through the mirror she watched the mortal world below.

Her name was Kaelis.

Daughter of Lysera.

Granddaughter of Aurelion.

Though divine blood flowed within her veins, Kaelis was not fully a god. Her mother had chosen a mortal lover long ago, making Kaelis something unusual among the divine—half god, half human.

Perhaps that was why she struggled to understand the indifference of her kind.

Behind her, another figure watched.

Lysera herself.

Elegant, distant, and composed in the way only ancient gods could be.

“You watch them often,” Lysera said calmly.

Kaelis didn’t turn from the mirror.

“They’re suffering.”

Below them the world unfolded in countless scenes—wars between kingdoms, starving villages, merchants cheating the poor, monsters tearing through travelers.

Lysera remained unmoved.

“This world functions exactly as intended.”

Kaelis clenched her fists.

“Wars… crime… corruption. People die every day. And we do nothing.”

Lysera’s voice sharpened slightly.

“That is not our role.”

“They worship us,” Kaelis said. “They pray to us. They believe we protect them.”

Lysera stepped closer.

“Destiny governs this world. Mortals walk the paths laid before them.”

Her gaze hardened.

“And destiny cannot be changed.”

Kaelis looked back toward the mirror, frustration burning behind her eyes.

But what she saw next made her heart stop.

in the school, today is the opening day, the small guy is new here, introduced by the teacher of the class, he is cute but also shy and introverted. he hopes to have new friends here."Ha-hi, ma-my name is Buchi, I am new here, nice to meet you all...", he said shyly and reluctantly, eberyone seems to be k with this new guy, except one guy in the back of the class room. his name is Hirata, everyone knows he is a big bully type of guy in this school, and nobody wants to be with him, and he surrisingly noticed Buchi the new small cute guy. but he is super manly and look scary. there is no seat in the room left except the next to Hirata so the teacher told Buchi to be friends with Hirata. so Buchi slowly walks to the empty seat where Hirata is sitting. he sits down, and greets Hirata and asked for his name."Hi, I am Buchi, and you are...". Hirata gave the athetic subtle smirk on his face with the silence at first. and then he just said intimidatingly: "Hirata.", with the look that he gave Buchi the pathetic look subtly telling that he is going to do a ot of bad things to him in his mind, and Buchi is just sitting there, feeing intimidated and said:"na-nice to meet you, Hirata..." and hirata just kept staring at Buchi while Buchi is trying to not make any eye contact with his intiidating look

Fading Applause
Part One: The Glory Days
The circus tent blazed with light.
Cinder soared through the air, her body spinning in a perfect triple flip. Flames traced golden arcs behind her as she juggled the burning pins—one, two, three—never missing a beat. Her dog ears flattened against her skull from the speed, then perked up triumphantly as her feet hit the platform.
The crowd roared.
"AGAIN! AGAIN!"
A little girl in the front row bounced in her seat, tugging her mother’s sleeve. "Mommy, she’s flying!"
Cinder’s tail swayed as she bowed low, bells on her jester costume jingling. This—this—was what she lived for. The applause washing over her like warm rain. The gasps when she pulled off something impossible. The way children’s eyes went wide with wonder.
She caught three more flaming pins mid-air, spun them into a cascade of fire, and landed in a split.
The audience leaped to their feet.
Her smile was real. Bright. Uncracked.
The Ringmaster stood in the shadows beyond the spotlight, arms crossed, nodding with satisfaction.
"Good work, mutt," he’d say later. Not kind, but approving.
That was enough.
After the show, Cinder walked through the circus grounds, still buzzing with adrenaline. Performers clapped her shoulder. Vendors offered her candied apples. The strongman lifted her onto his shoulders for a victory lap.
She belonged here.

Miu have long hair black and white Levi have short hair .

The door opened and I looked in the mirror, so I knew who was standing behind me.
"Hello Levi, it's been a long time, maybe 1000 years."
I beep quietly.
"Hello Mia." He said it for the first time, so calmly.
"When did you remember your previous life?"
He asks and I'm already smiling.
"Five years ago Levi."
He grits his teeth.
"I knew you would find me and I waited for you to do it. It was fate."
I stand up and walk over to him. We look into each other's eyes.
"In the diary you left me, none of it made sense. You just died, why? Mia, why the hell."
A tear falls from my eye.
"Because if you died, I would lose the reason to live. I love you Levi. I never stopped. Our souls were connected when we first met. Since you are bound to me, you are not a Ymir subject."
I say and he straightens up.
"What did you say?" His eyes widen in surprise.
"Let's move somewhere else please I don't want to talk about this here."
He nods and grabs my hand.
"I promise I won't die again. Neither will you. We will be together."
He squeezes my hand even tighter.

L’histoire se déroule dans un collège calme où les journées sont normalement simples et organisées. Tout change avec l’arrivée d’un nouvel élève : Lucas Martin. Dès son premier jour, Lucas attire l’attention, mais pas toujours pour de bonnes raisons.

Dans la salle de classe, il se présente avec enthousiasme, mais tombe rapidement en marchant. Ensuite, pendant le cours de sciences, il provoque une réaction incontrôlable en ajoutant trop de produit, ce qui remplit la salle de mousse. La situation devient encore plus chaotique pendant le sport, où Lucas mélange les équipes et crée de la confusion.

Peu à peu, Lucas pense qu’il est un problème pour la classe. Il se sent inutile et différent. Cependant, ses camarades ne le voient pas de cette manière. Malgré ses maladresses, ils apprécient sa gentillesse et son énergie.

Un jour, les élèves lui préparent une surprise : un diplôme de “Super Gaffeur”. Lucas est d’abord surpris et pense qu’on se moque de lui, mais il comprend rapidement que c’est un geste d’amitié.

À la fin, Lucas accepte sa personnalité. Il comprend que ses erreurs font aussi rire et rapprochent les autres. Grâce à lui, la classe devient plus joyeuse et unie.

CyberWolf — Series Story Description

In a world where advanced technology and hidden powers collide, a young man named Tori Mack wakes up in a laboratory with no memories… and a body that is no longer fully human.

Half of him has been transformed into a powerful cybernetic weapon. His right side is no longer flesh, but steel, circuits, and claws. Stronger. Faster. Deadlier.

Rescued and watched over by a mysterious older man named Ein Tucker, Tori learns that he survived a disaster no human should have lived through. But the truth is far darker than he realizes.

As Tori struggles to understand what he has become, strange dreams of wolves begin to haunt him. At the same time, dangerous forces move in the shadows—people who know exactly what he is… and want him back.

Ein, once a legendary assassin with powerful spell-casting abilities, now walks a different path after learning his entire life was built on manipulation and lies. He becomes Tori’s mentor, training him not only to fight, but to survive in a world that sees him as a weapon, not a person.

Together, they are pulled into a hidden war involving experiments, corrupted organizations, and creatures that blur the line between machine and monster.

Tori must discover:
Who turned him into CyberWolf…
Why he was chosen…
And whether he is still human — or something far more dangerous.

CyberWolf is a dark sci-fi action manga about identity, revenge, power, and what it truly means to keep your humanity in a world that wants to turn you into a weapon.

Miu is girl qnd Levi is boy

"I'll be fine." I drink more than was healthy, but it wouldn't harm his health. He picked me up before I passed out. A few days later I woke up and felt better. Someone was holding my hand and sleeping. I moved a little and it woke him up. It was deep in the night
It was Levi.
"Miu.." He whispered and I blinked.
"Levi" smiled and then hugged me.
"I was so scared. Why aren't you taking care of yourself?" He asks and I start to cry.
"I'm sorry." He puts his forehead against mine.
"Don't apologize." He says and gets on the bed and hugs me tightly. It felt good.
"I thought I was going to lose you when Finn was carrying you." He whispered and this time I held him close.
"Am I okay?" I say to reassure him and his breathing calms down.
He looks into my eyes again and I look into his.
"Will it be okay how long have I been away?"
"A week and a half." He replies and I widen my eyes.
"That's not possible." I say and he chuckles ironically.
"That's right." He says and I kiss him.
He kisses me back and caresses my cheek. I feel more sorry for scaring him than for almost dying.
"I love you so much, Mia."
"I love you too." I whisper and kiss him as a friend. I stroke his hair until we both fall asleep again.

Miu have long hair black and white Levi have short hair .Levi is vampire .

The door opened and I looked in the mirror, so I knew who was standing behind me.
"Hello Levi, it's been a long time, maybe 1000 years."
Mia beep quietly.
"Hello Mia." He said it for the first time, so calmly.
"When did you remember your previous life?"
Levi asks and Miu already smiling.
"Five years ago Levi."
LEVI grits his teeth.
"I knew you would find me and I waited for you to do it. It was fate."
I stand up and walk over to him. We look into each other's eyes.
"In the diary you left me, none of it made sense. You just died, why? Mia, why the hell."
A tear falls from my eye.
"Because if you died, I would lose the reason to live. I love you Levi. I never stopped. Our souls were connected when we first met. Since you are bound to me, you are not a Ymir subject."
I say and he straightens up.
"What did you say?" His eyes widen in surprise.
"Let's move somewhere else please I don't want to talk about this here."
He nods and grabs my hand.
"I promise I won't die again. Neither will you. We will be together."
He squeezes my hand even tighter.

Miu have long hair black and white Levi have short hair .Levi is vampire .

The door opened and I looked in the mirror,I look who came. so I knew who was standing behind me.
"Hello Levi, it's been a long time, maybe years."
Mia beep quietly.
"Hello Mia." He said it for the first time, so calmly.
"When did you remember your previous life?"
Levi asks and Miu already smiling.
"Five years ago Levi."
LEVI grits his teeth.
"I knew you would find me and I waited for you to do it. It was fate."
I stand up and walk over to him. We look into each other's eyes.
"In the diary you left me, none of it made sense. You just died, why? Mia, why the hell."
A tear falls from my eye.
"Because if you died, I would lose the reason to live. I love you Levi. I never stopped. Our souls were connected when we first met. Since you are bound to me, you are not a Ymir subject."
I say and he straightens up.
"What did you say?" His eyes widen in surprise.
"Let's move somewhere else please I don't want to talk about this here."
He nods and grabs my hand.
"I promise I won't die again. Neither will you. We will be together."
He squeezes my hand even tighter.

Miu is girl and Levi is boy . I need colored manga

"I'll be fine." Miu drink more Levi blood than was healthy, but it wouldn't harm Levi health. Levi picked Miu up before Miu passed out. A few days later Miu woke up and felt better. Someone was holding my hand and sleeping in chair close to bed. Miu moved a little and it woke Levi up. It was deep in the night
It was Levi.
"Miu.." Levi whispered and Miu blinked.
"Levi" smiled and Levi hugged Miu.
"I was so scared. Why aren't you taking care of yourself?" Levi asks and Miu start to cry.
"I'm sorry." Levi puts his forehead against mine.
"Don't apologize." Levi says and gets on the bed and hugs Miu tightly. It felt good.
"I thought I was going to lose you when Finn was carrying you." He whispered and this time Miu held him close.
"Am I okay?" Miu say to reassure Levi and his breathing calms down.
Levi looks into Miu eyes again and Miu look into his.
"Will it be okay how long have I been away?"
"A week and a half." Levi replies and Miu widen eyes.
"That's not possible." Miu say and he chuckles ironically.
"That's right." Levi says and Miu kiss him.
Levi kisses Miu back and caresses Miu cheek. Miu feel more sorry for scaring Levi than for almost dying.
"I love you so much, Mia."
"I love you too." Miu whisper and kiss Levi and pull Levi closer. Miu stroke Levis hair until both fall asleep again.

The walk up to the main house was short, a gravel path lined with solar lights that flickered weakly in the twilight. Steel’s property was an oasis of rural quiet, a stark contrast to the neon anxiety of the Starlight Motel. As they approached the house, the golden glow of the kitchen windows spilled out onto the porch. They wiped their boots on the mat; a ritual Steel performed with a surprising delicacy and entered. The kitchen was warm, smelling of rosemary, roasted beef, and yeast rolls. Stephanie was at the stove, stirring gray with the focus of a chemist. “He’s here,” Steel announced, Hanging his keys on a hook. Stephanie turned, wiping her hands on her white apron with a giant red A on it. “About time, Wash up Alex. Use the good soap, not that grease cutter stuff Gerald keeps by the sink.” It was then that Alex noticed they weren’t alone. Sitting at the round oak table, nursing a glass of iced tea, was a young woman. She looked up as he entered, and Alex felt his boots root to the floor. She was petite, perhaps a few inches shorter than him, with long, chestnut hair that fell in loose waves over shoulders. She wore oversized tortoise shell glasses that magnified eyes, the color of polished sapphire.
She was wearing scrubs- navy blue with a stethoscope still draped casually around her neck like a scarf. “Alex,” Stephanie said, gesturing with a gravy ladle. “This is Devon. She works with me at the hospital. Devon, this is the stray Gerald brought home.” Alex could feel the heat creeping up his neck as he mumbled. “I’m not a stay, I’m an employee.” Devon smiled, and it changed her whole face, softening the intelligence in her eyes into something warmer. “Nice to meet you, Alex the Employee. Steph say’s you’re the one who saved your boss from a falling plate?”

A dark sci-fi horror story set in a massive underground research facility built beneath the earth to hide a classified experiment called Project Hope. Scientists there develop HRV-13, a modified virus designed to repair damaged cells and regenerate the human body without altering DNA. At first the results seem miraculous—cancer disappears, spinal injuries heal, and paralyzed patients stand again. Animals recover from fatal experiments, and the researchers begin to believe they have discovered a cure that could change the future of medicine.

But the virus does not simply heal—it amplifies the body’s natural systems. Muscles grow stronger but uncontrollably, nerves regenerate too fast, organs begin overproducing chemicals, and the human body starts behaving like a machine running without limits. Each patient’s biology evolves differently, turning them into unpredictable biological experiments.

The story follows a lone survivor who enters the abandoned facility years later. The building is silent, filled with flickering lights, empty laboratories, and sealed containment rooms. While exploring the corridors he finds the journal of the lead scientist, documenting the entire experiment—from hopeful beginnings to catastrophic failure. Through these entries the reader slowly learns what happened inside the facility: human trials, strange symptoms, military oversight, and the terrifying realization that the virus never stopped working.

The deeper the survivor goes into the facility—through research labs, animal testing wings, medical wards, and containment chambers—the more disturbing the truth becomes. The experiment meant to save humanity may have created a new form of life, one that spreads through biology itself.

The atmosphere is tense and claustrophobic: dark hallways, abandoned hospital beds, humming machines, and the constant feeling that something inside the building is still alive.