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In a city drenched in rain and uncertainty, Michael Ozor, a 17-year-old outcast, wanders the streets burdened by a life that feels like an endless loop of disappointment. With friends who embody chaos and a heart divided between two compelling girls—one a source of turmoil and the other a rare glimpse of happiness—Michael grapples with feelings of isolation and existential dread in a world where powers define worth.

As he prepares for his enrollment in Emox, a school that promises to unlock the supernatural abilities he has yet to awaken, Michael finds himself caught between despair and the yearning for connection. Haunted by his past and disillusioned with love, he vows to stop being a fool and to seek only those who wish to be disturbed.

But when a message from a girl he didn’t expect turns his world upside down, Michael must confront not only the ghosts of his emotions but also the darkness that lurks within him. Will he embrace the power that lies dormant inside, or will he succumb to the shadows that threaten to engulf him?

Join Michael on his journey of self-discovery, supernatural intrigue, and the quest for genuine connection in a world where every choice has consequences. Will he finally find the love he seeks, or will the hollow veil keep him trapped in despair?

The Hollow Veil

Her mind wandered to him as she stared at the beast before her. "Michael," she mumbled. Elizabeth understood how he viewed the world; without her, he would be something unrecognizable. She didn't want to leave him alone for too long. Despite his unpredictable nature, he was entertaining—"It's truly fun," she whispered to herself. That was why she would confront this challenge.

The creature before her resembled a grotesque fusion of a lion and a crocodile. Elizabeth's approach to enemies was far different from Michael's. She was a hybrid—a combination of a moaner and a relier. As the beast charged, she muttered under her breath, feeling the wind swirl around her. Her eyes opened slowly, filled with a resolve hardened by past pains that she had never shared. "Confinement. As my secrets are confined and held in my heart, so shall you be held in confinement."

With that declaration, the beast, a hair's breadth away, was suddenly flattened. Her ability to manipulate gravity manifested as an invisible box, representing the weight of her unspoken truths.

Wiping droplets of blood from her brow, she scanned her surroundings. "Where is that beans lover?" Elizabeth was surrounded by towering trees, disoriented and unsure of her next move. Though she was intelligent, she came from a life of privilege where survival wasn't a daily concern. She sank to the leafy ground, a frown creasing her brow. "I can't endanger myself for Michael. He'll be fine."

But that was the difference between them; Michael would risk his life for her. Yet that was simply how the world worked. "I can't start yapping when I'm about to either kill or be killed by a nine-foot snake."

Meanwhile, Michael spun like a blade, ready to collide with the beast. He laughed, an almost manic joy bubbling up within him. "I WANT TO DIEEEE, HAAAA!" Just before impact, he tucked his legs in and released his upper body like a catapult, launching himself straight at the beast's head. The force pierced through its tough skin, but the knife shattered upon impact.

The creature, enraged and wounded, twisted in mid-air, performing a 360-degree flip. Its tail whipped around to smash Michael into the ground. Anticipating the attack, he bit down hard, cutting his gum and spitting out black powder onto the beast's tail. When it struck him, he grabbed the two pieces of the knife, smashed them together, and ignited a spark.

The explosion followed in an instant. Michael, caught off guard and concussed by the force of the blow, was enveloped in the creature's blue blood as it detonated.

Though his vision blurred and his spine screamed in agony, Michael struggled to rise. With dislocated limbs and blood pouring from his mouth, he grinned through the pain. "Well, Death, you lost again."

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