SORAhasGONE

(A/N) Please do note that I am a very lazy and busy person who doesn't think about what I do, so you might come to not like this story when you read it.
Another note: Screw volume 1, we don't talk about that.

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Kyle. A boy in his late teens who were fresh out of high school, fell into comatose as he was serving retribution onto his friend who cheated on his best friend.

Having fallen into decades of slumber, his life ended, thus, marking the end of his story.

For every story has its endings, there are also new beginnings.

'Kyle' learned that he was studying endlessly without reason when he was asleep from a certain being claiming to be God. He then receives the right to reincarnate.

Though she had one flaw. A fatal one at that.

Her emotions have stagnated and lost it. This is the story of how she regained them and how she struggled for them.

A hollow's story(An isekai story)

"Phew, I made it in with no problems. Good thing this place is a place where my kind isn't really hated because of our abundance, oh well. Wonder what they have in store though…"


And so, I started my journey through the small– yeah screw that, massive commerce district I bought things left and right til dusk came, or it should have been if only I didn't get lost and somehow ran int a certain loli being escorted by a bunch of thugs through some dark alley.


Since those bunch are suspicious, of course I follow. Though I doubt that scary abomination is going to be troubled by them, not going will hurt my conscience along with my curious nature. More on the former, of course.


With my Unique skill on, I treaded through their tracks and followed them closely from behind. I am right behind them, to be precise. And it is awfully eery, I tell you.


The guys are so scared of her that they don't dare utter a word then there's this girl whose steps don't even make a single sound. No nothing. Hair or cloth fluttering, not even the air passing her. Okay, I can't hear air passing when there really is no breeze but this awful silence surrounding her is just freaking me out that my senses are hiked up to unnatural levels.


Just as I was considering leaving thinking that she was probably going to be fine, I saw something like a circus tent by the next turn we took. The thugs screwed off while she just calmly walked in. I hurriedly followed behind and was surprised by what the place actually was.


I looked around while the girl was talking with the guy who is probably the owner. And I realized… these lot could have been me…


Thinking about it now, if this girl didn't arrive the same day I did, I would have gathered unwanted attention.


(I… I might have been too laid back. I need to do some reflecting.)


And as I was rethinking my previous decisions, something interesting happened.


I thought that she came here to buy a slave but the fact that she actually did wasn't what caught my interest. Sweat, an odor that I've never smelled come from her because there wasn't anything to smell. Heatbeat, loud and fast drum-like sound that I've not heard coming from her ever since I've come so close to her. And most importantly, expression. Worry that, although barely noticeable, is written on her face. That worry then turned to relief the moment she embraced the slave girl into her arms. There's no way I could mistake this, I can see in the dark because of infrared light in more than thousands of megapixels. Probably but that's beyond the point. She showed expression… AND IT WAS HELLA CUTE, I'M TELLING YOU.


Okay, I understand that broke the tense flow that I've built up but hear me out. You know those animes where cute girls don't show expressions at all? And when they do, it's the best thing? That but make it ten times better.


I could feel the blood rush up to my head so I just headed out. That. Was. Beautiful. Thank you very much.


And thus, concludes my last meeting with the very adorable scary abomination.


That makes it thrice—no, FOUR TIMES! 1