The night sky is clear . The air is cold, and it .
I do feel bothered by it though . "the air" I feel as if today is going to be a bad day .
In this world ,their are things many people tend to overlook ,some fear that if they search too hard they'll see stuff they wish that they didn't but of course..
Some don't care enough to find out.
A woman walks alone at night. Her heels echo against the pavement as she speeds into a shadowy alleyway, suddenly aware—someone is following her.
She gradually increases her pace, trying not to seem panicked, before ducking around a corner to throw off the stalker. She stops, presses her back to the wall, and checks behind her.
Nothing.
The figure is gone.
She lets out a shaky sigh of relief... but it's short-lived.
A chilling feeling creeps down her spine—and then, from the shadows, a humanoid figure begins to rise. Its form twists and stretches in unnatural ways as it emerges from the darkness.
She screams.
The figure begins transfiguring—its body snapping into a grotesque centipede-like creature. Jagged legs burst from its sides. Its maw opens wide, filled with saw-lined teeth.
It charges.
In a flash, it closes the distance and leaps toward her—but before it can bite down, the woman pulls out a sleek, black gun lined with glowing golden emblems. She fires.
Boom! A blast of golden energy hits the creature square in the chest, stunning it. The monster screeches and reels back—dazed but not defeated.
She takes the opportunity and runs.
But it's only angrier now.
The creature lets out a distorted shriek and launches into the air, aiming to crush her.
Suddenly—BOOM!—someone drops from above, landing directly on the creature's head and slamming it into the pavement.
The woman scrambles back, avoiding the impact, eyes wide as she tries to make out the figure that had saved her. But the night was too dark, the stranger too obscured.
The creature shakes violently, shrieking again before launching upward—WHAM!—slamming the mysterious figure into a nearby wall.
It lunges again.
But this time, the figure dodges just in time. The creature's head crashes into the wall, splintering concrete.
The stranger had had enough.
He leaps high above its head, twisting mid-air. His fist charges with a black aura—pulsing, swirling with raw Void energy.
He dives.
CRACK!
His fist smashes into the creature's skull, creating a massive shockwave that splits the beast in half. Blood and black sludge spray outward as the creature collapses, lifeless.
Dust settles. The alley is quiet once more.
The woman, already dialing the authorities to report a Hollow attack, stares in disbelief. A stranger… had saved her.
The figure stands in the crater left by his impact, brushing sludge off his coat. He approaches her calmly, slowly, and extends a hand.
His voice is gentle.
"Are you alright?"
Shaking, traumatized, she responds:
"Wh… who are you?"
He gives a soft smile.
"Me? I'm Clide. And I hope you get home safe."
A dim streetlight flickers to life above them—finally giving her a clear look at her savior.
Jet-black hair. Crimson eyes. Nearly white skin.
Her eyes widened in horror.
She knew what he was.
He was another Hollow.
Without a word, she turned and ran—terrified.
Clide watched her disappear into the night, disappointed. He muttered under his breath,
"You didn't even thank me…"
Later that night, Clide was chilling in the small, dimly lit room he usually stayed in. He sat cross-legged on the edge of his bed, lazily digging into a cheap microwaveable dinner he had picked up earlier. The room smelled faintly of burnt noodles and cheap plastic.
The flickering light above buzzed quietly. Outside, the world was silent.
Knock. Knock.
Clide froze mid-bite.
A knock?
That was unexpected.
He didn't know anyone here. No friends. No neighbors. Definitely no one who'd go out of their way to visit.
He slowly got up, tossing the plastic container on the table, and made his way to the door. His eyes narrowed slightly. He didn't feel any hostile energy—but whoever it was, they were strong.
Really strong.
He opened the door.
Standing there, tall and composed, was a man in a long black coat with silver-lined cuffs. His long white hair was tied loosely behind his back. His presence exuded command—like a man used to being obeyed. But despite the sharp edge to him, he wore a calm, confident smile.
Sanchez Alucard.
One of the Elder Hollows—Rank 5.
Clide blinked, unsure what to say. He didn't expect this kind of visit… especially not from someone so high up the food chain.
Sanchez: "You really don't believe in keeping your place tidy, huh?"(glancing around the cramped room)"But I guess it suits your vibe."
Clide: "…You knock like a debt collector. What do you want?"
Sanchez chuckled lightly and leaned against the doorframe.
Sanchez: "I'm not here to arrest you, if that's what you're thinking. Actually… I'm here to compliment you."
Clide: "Compliment me?"
Sanchez: "You took down an Erupted Hollow tonight. Solo. I felt the Void disturbance all the way from town. That thing wasn't weak, Clide. Not many would've come out of that alive—let alone win."
Clide remained silent, crossing his arms.
Sanchez (cont'd): "I came to tell you this in person: I'm impressed."
That made Clide raise a brow. Compliments weren't something he was used to, especially not from Elder Hollows.
Clide: "...Thanks, I guess."
Sanchez: "Don't downplay it. What you did tonight wasn't just skill—it was instinct, timing, and power. You might not fully realize it yet, but that Void inside you? It's not normal. It's something... greater."
Clide looked away, grabbing the drink from his table and taking a sip to avoid responding.
Sanchez: "Anyway, I won't take up your whole evening. Just wanted to say—you've got people watching you now. Big ones."
Clide: "Great. Just what I needed—more eyes on me."
Sanchez smirked.
Sanchez: "Keep doing what you're doing, Clide. But be careful. The more you stand out, the more attention you'll attract… and not all of it will be friendly."
With that, Sanchez turned and started walking down the hallway, his coat trailing behind him like a cape.
Clide stood there for a moment, silent, watching him disappear into the shadows.
He closed the door with a sigh.
Clide: "I can't even eat dinner in peace around here…"
As Clide was about to sit back down, he heard footsteps stop just outside his door.
Sanchez Alucard—who had just walked off moments ago—stood still in the hallway, his back to Clide.
A heavy silence lingered.
Then, without turning around, Sanchez spoke:
Sanchez:"Wait… it would be a waste to leave you here to die."He glanced over his shoulder, a small smirk tugging at his lips."Why don't you… join me?"
Clide raised an eyebrow, still halfway to his chair.
Clide:"Join you? In what?
Sanchez (chuckling): I have a kind of sanctuary—a place for young talent like you. You could call it… an academy."
He turned fully now, facing Clide with calm eyes full of intent.
Sanchez:"It's not just any school. It's where Hollow potential is refined. Where the strongest are made stronger. And where the broken learn how to fight again."
Clide didn't respond immediately. He looked around his room—bare walls, a flickering light, a half-eaten dinner. It wasn't much of a life.
Clide:"And why me? Why come here for someone who just winged it in a street fight?"
"i was just a dumbass trying to be a hero.."
Sanchez:"Because 'winging it' against an Erupted Hollow and surviving is no small feat. And because your Void… it's different."
He paused, letting the silence hang.
Sanchez (quietly):"Whether you like it or not, you've already stepped into a bigger world. Might as well learn how to live in it."
Clide looked away, then back. Something inside him stirred—not quite trust, not yet—but curiosity. Maybe even a little hope.
Clide:"Tch… fine. But I'm not calling you sensei."
Sanchez laughed aloud.
Sanchez:"Deal. Just don't die on the first day."
Sanchez:"Oh and one more thing.. you said you were portending to be a hero ?"
Clide:
"ya why"
Sanchez:
"You wont have to pretend anymore."