The heir of the void

Amos, shaken by what had just happened, stood in front of the unconscious body of his classmate, who had returned to normal—free from whatever had possessed him, something beyond Amos' understanding.

"I've got a bad feeling about this..." he thought, knowing deep down that it wasn't over yet.

The commotion caused by the fight was loud enough to draw the attention of several teachers. Those who had arrived during the event stood frozen, unable to process what they were witnessing. The ones who came later rushed to question the students about what had happened.

Some of the students, still shaken but able to speak, explained what they'd seen. The teachers, skeptical and confused, exchanged glances—none quite sure whether it was all just a bizarre joke.

Amos remained in the middle of the crowd. But more than the confusion, he felt something he'd known all too many times: people's judgment. Their fear. He clenched his fists in frustration. He hated that feeling.

None of the teachers dared to approach him after hearing what the students said. The tension in the hallway thickened as a powerful presence entered the room. Everyone turned. Silence fell.

It was the Nike teachers—Who was also the Headmistress of the school

Even though her face was unreadable, her presence was more than enough to silence everyone. The crowd instinctively parted to make way for her as she walked straight toward Amos.

A shiver ran down Amos' spine, but he straightened up despite his exhaustion.

— "Come to my office, Amos."

Nike's voice was cold and calm, as always. Then she turned to the others:

— "Go home. Classes are suspended for today."

A few students couldn't help but smile at the unexpected announcement. But those smiles vanished quickly as soon as their eyes met Nike's stern gaze—it was clear this wasn't a good thing.

Without saying a word, she motioned for Amos to follow her. He didn't resist and simply obeyed.

The school slowly fell into silence as students and staff left the premises. When Amos and the headmistress arrived at her office, the building was already empty. The only sound left was the wind echoing through the halls.

She opened the door and entered without a word, leaving it open behind her—an unspoken invitation for Amos to step inside. He did so, closing the door quietly, and stood still as she took her seat.

Not knowing whether to sit down himself, he remained standing, his posture stiff and formal.

The silence stretched until the headmistress finally let out a long sigh and gestured for him to sit. Amos obeyed, anxiety creeping up inside him.

— "Amos. What happened?"

He hesitated at first, unsure how much he should share. But eventually, he started explaining what had happened.

— "It felt like I was in front of a wild beast. I barely dodged his first attack… and then he came at me with a second one, way stronger—undodgeable. I was sure it would kill me."

He paused, unsure whether to mention the black figure.

— "What is it? Why did you stop?"

Her voice had shifted. There was tension in it—stress. A part of her that Amos hadn't seen before.

He decided to keep that part to himself.

— "Before the attack could hit me… something stopped it. I had my eyes closed. When I opened them, he was unconscious on the ground."

The headmistress sighed—louder this time.

— "I don't know if I believe all of that... but I know you're not a liar. And I know how much you mean to Vanessa."

Amos frowned.

— "Vanessa? You mean Miss Glory? The Headmistress of the orphanage? "

Nike gave a half-smile.

— "Yes. Sorry, I forgot you only know her as that."

Amos was surprised to see her so relaxed, even open.

— "I didn't know she could be like this..." he thought.

But another question crossed his mind, and he hesitated before asking.

— "So... Miss Glory is your sister?"

Nike blinked, surprised, before nodding.

— "Yes. Vanessa never told you?"

Amos looked a little hurt.

— "No. She never mentioned it. I wonder why..."

The headmistress noticed the sadness and confusion in his eyes. Her tone softened.

— "Don't worry. She probably had her reasons. But you should know—she fought hard to get you into my school. She would've done anything to make it happen. You matter to her, Amos. A lot."

Her words warmed his heart, even if questions still lingered.

— "Alright, Amos. You can go home now. I won't keep you any longer. Be careful on your way."

Amos stood, nodded, and walked toward the door. But before he left, he turned back.

— "Could you… not tell Miss Gl—your sister what happened? I don't want to cause her trouble."

The headmistress was caught off guard by the request, but quickly understood how serious it was to him.

— "Alright. Go. It's getting late."

Amos nodded again and left the room.

Amos walked alone through the streets at night, heading back toward the orphanage.

"What did that thing mean by 'receptacle'? How did time freeze? And that sphere… was that really me? What the hell was wrong with that kid? That aura—so murderous..."

His mind was flooded with questions, all of them unanswered. A storm of confusion.

When he finally arrived at the orphanage, his expression was pale and tired.

— "This day wore me out… I'll probably sleep like a bear."

He glanced toward the hall.

— "Maybe I should tell Director Glory about her sister… no, not now. I'd only be bothering her."

Amos walked through the orphanage and eventually reached his room. He opened the door.

— "It's good to be back—"

He stopped mid-sentence. Another bed had been added to the room… and someone was lying in it.

A girl with light brown hair and fair skin, peacefully asleep.

— "They gave me a roommate? Seriously? I begged Miss Glory not to do this..."

He gritted his teeth in frustration but sighed.

— "Whatever. I'll try not to wake her up."

He tiptoed to his own bed as quietly as possible. Once there, he lay down, staring at the ceiling.

He closed his eyes, Listening to the melody of the sounds of the night

"This melody relaxes me so much... "

Amos began to fall asleep, lulled by the nightly music outside, but before he fell asleep completely, the sound stopped, he opened his eyes and...

Everything turned grey again, just like last time.

But that wasn't what had woken him up.

He felt it.

That presence. That pressure. It was back.

He sat up instantly, already knowing what he'd see.

There it was—the same dark figure from earlier. Cloaked in shadows, tall, still, and utterly menacing.

Amos couldn't move. The sheer pressure the figure radiated was suffocating.

Then, it spoke.

— "Hello again… Receptacle of the Void."

End of Chapter 2