Scene 1 — The Cracks Beneath Reality Start to Breathe
The school was already in panic mode.
Announcements blared nonsense.
Teachers yelled.
Students screamed.
The hallways felt thinner, like the building itself had a fever.
Then the distortion hit.
A low, thrumming vibration shuddered through the floor — not mechanical, not natural.
Like something beneath the school was waking up.
Lights flickered, not randomly… but in a pulse.
Like a heartbeat.
Akira froze. "Kylori… this is—this is not normal."
He said nothing.
His eyes narrowed.
Not scared.
Not excited.
More like recognizing a smell he hated.
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Scene 2 — The Anchors Emerge
The tiles cracked.
Something ancient forced its way upward — a towering, skeletal shape wrapped in dripping black veins. Its jaw hung open on one side, like it was permanently screaming.
Behind it, more entities crawled through reality seams:
sharp limbs, too-many-eyes, bodies that twitched like static.
These were Anchor-Beings — eldritch gatekeepers bound to the school long before Kylori ever showed up.
They were the reason lesser monsters had started appearing.
And when they saw Kylori?
They didn't kneel.
They didn't recognize him.
They hissed, recoiling like a rival god had just walked into their territory.
The biggest one lunged.
Akira shrieked, stumbling backward.
Kylori didn't move.
The creature's arm swung—
And stopped mid-air.
Not because he blocked it.
But because its entire body convulsed, like some unseen force crushed its nerves.
Kylori looked at it blankly.
"…Annoying."
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Scene 3 — The First Clash
The anchor-being snapped out of paralysis and attacked again — faster, harder, sharper.
Kylori exhaled like someone dealing with bad customer service.
Shadows peeled off his back.
Slow.
Unhurried.
Like smoke confusing gravity.
The anchor-being slashed.
The shadow hit first.
A black tendril ripped through the creature's torso.
Not cutting — erasing.
Its flesh vanished like someone deleted a frame of reality.
It screeched in agony.
Three more anchor-beings charged him.
They didn't know him.
They didn't fear him.
They just wanted to devour whatever anomaly he was.
For a second, Kylori looked almost disappointed.
"You things don't learn, do you?"
His eyes opened fully.
Not glowing.
Not shining.
Just… wrong.
A depth that shouldn't exist in eyeballs.
Shadows burst outward, impaling the charging entities before they reached him. Their bodies spasmed violently as they tried to regenerate — but Kylori's shadows were holding their shapes together like cages.
They were alive.
They were conscious.
But they couldn't move.
Trapped in looping agony.
Akira watched, trembling violently.
"What… what are you doing to them?!"
Kylori tilted his head.
"Putting them back where they belong."
He snapped his fingers.
The shadows tightened.
The creatures collapsed inward like imploding stars, crushed into black dust that hissed before dissolving into nothingness.
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Scene 4 — The Smile That Shouldn't Exist
The last anchor-being tried to flee, dragging its mangled limbs across the floor.
Kylori stepped beside it.
It whimpered — ACTUAL eldritch horror whimpering — trying to crawl away.
Akira stared at him like he was the monster.
Kylori crouched down, grabbed its jaw, and whispered:
"You trespassed my doorway."
The creature screeched, its voice splitting the hallway lights.
Then—
He smiled.
Not human.
Not kind.
Not sane.
A smile wide enough, calm enough, to make even the creature go completely still in terror.
The shadows swallowed it whole.
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Scene 5 — The Aftermath
When everything went silent, Akira finally found her voice.
"Kylori… how… how did you do that?
What ARE you?"
He looked at her quietly.
No menace.
No smile now.
Just truth:
"I'm the one they were hoping would never show up."
The hallway flickered.
Somewhere deeper in the school, more anchor-beings awakened — agitated, roaring, sensing a predator they were never designed to oppose.
"This place," Kylori murmured, "was never safe.
I just made that obvious."
Akira's stomach dropped.