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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

The world lay open before me, my eyes wide like the expanse of the sea. My body glowed, bathed in the sweat of effort, as I sat beside the cause of it all. She stared, mesmerized, as though witnessing a spectacle. And she was, because I was a spectacle.

I felt the rush—was I a relief, or just another mourner? Why was my body glowing in this world of abilities? Why did I just walk through my own subconscious? I don't know. "I don't know, Precious!" Michael's voice cut through the air, tainted with disgust as he looked at her, finally remembering why she'd forgotten him in the first place. "Now it's clear that you remember me."

Two years ago, she was everything. She was perfect, precious in every sense—her name was the very meaning of it. Until I realized I didn't belong in that meaning. I wasn't even first or second to her; I was last on her list. But she could still smile, still laugh, filling me with fleeting happiness. I was her toy. The fool she strung along.

And yet, here I was, saving her. Rage boiled over as Michael walked away, only to hear her voice echo, twisted with a smile, "I remember how you acted around me, so childish, like a baby. You were a joke. And now you're saving me like you always promised, my little hero." Her eyes gleamed with that manipulative purple light as she looked at him, and his own energy surged in response. "You really think one trick will work forever? That I'll always be fond of you? Precious, you still think you're precious to me?"

He struck the ground, the earth cracking beneath his fists, smashing it again and again, fury unleashed. I'm tired. I'm tired, I'm angry. I saved you, I found you, yet all of you humans are just lingering shadows designed to torment me. Maybe only my own end would end this nightmare—but no, I live for Elizabeth and my father. As inhuman as I may be, all I need is a hug and an arm to rest on.

A beast lurked from the shadows, but Michael didn't flinch. With one blow, he shattered its skull. Just leave me alone. I'll be back. I just need to walk.

Humans are disgusting