[THREAD PATH: NOT DETECTED]
[LOOM DIRECTIVE: PURGE NULLTYPE]
[EXECUTING…]
ERROR: EXECUTION FAILED.
SUBJECT RESISTS UNWRITTEN STATUS.
The Loom shrieked.
Not aloud — it had no voice.
But Nox felt it.
Like a thousand needles threading into his spine, tugging, tearing, trying to stitch him into something he was never meant to be.
He was awake.
But he hadn't opened his eyes.
He didn't know who he was.
Not yet.
Only that something — everything — was trying to erase him.
A system.
A presence.
A divine machine of fate.
And he… was its error.
Its crack in the weave.
Its Nulltype.
Something snapped inside his skull — a distant, fractured voice, trembling with static and sorrow:
"You… weren't supposed to wake up..."
Then came the cold.
Not ice. Not wind.
But a void-frost—crawling through his veins, searching for something that wasn't there:
Identity.
Bond.
Purpose.
He had none.
He opened his eyes.
And found only threads.
Glowing strands — red, gold, blue — coiled through darkness like living veins of light. They pulsed through him, but never touched him.
Not a single thread bound itself to his soul.
He stood inside a tapestry of fate... and yet remained untouched by it.
[THREAD BOND: NULL]
[DESTINY INDEX: REJECTED]
[ERROR: NO PATH FOUND]
Initiating System Purge…
A hum began.
Low at first — like a whisper trapped behind ancient stone.
Then louder.
A roar.
A storm of divine judgment, rolling in from the edges of a collapsing design.
Something was coming.
He staggered upright.
His limbs burned with reality. Too real. Too alive.
Muscle, nerve, breath, pain—
This wasn't a dream.
It wasn't a simulation.
It was a sentence.
TARGET LOCKED: SUBJECT NOX
CLASSIFICATION: NULLTYPE
LOOM ORDER: TERMINATE ON SIGHT
From the dark —
a blade-thread tore toward him.
White-hot. Screaming.
Like metal ripped from the core of a dying god.
He didn't think.
His body moved before thought could catch up.
He ducked. Rolled.
The blade missed by inches, carving a line of burning light through the void.
Another came.
Faster.
From behind.
Snap.
Time didn't slow.
It fractured.
The second thread halted mid-air — stuttering, twitching — then shattered into static and glitch-fragments.
[NULLTYPE RESISTANCE: ACTIVE]
[REJECTION FIELD: 3.7% STABILIZED]
[FIELD INSTABILITY: LIMIT 12 SECONDS]
"What… the hell is this?" he breathed, trembling.
Another voice answered.
Not the system.
Not his own.
Not human.
It came from within the weave.
Soft. Distant. Threaded with something ancient.
"Run. They're not ready to see you yet."
"Not while you still bleed."
He turned.
And saw her.
For just a moment.
A girl — standing where threads refused to touch.
Hair like fractured starlight.
Eyes stitched shut.
No shadow.
She didn't move.
Didn't blink.
Didn't breathe.
She simply existed — like a wound in the pattern.
And then… she was gone.
The world trembled.
The ground beneath him twisted into spirals of unraveling code.
The threads shrieked — not in pain, but in rejection.
Above —
a single blade-thread descended.
Massive. Divine. Final.
[THREADBREAK PROTOCOL: ENGAGED]
[AUTHORITY: UNKNOWN USER]
Activating Lockbreaker Node…
Purge Failed. Pattern Disrupted.
The Loom screamed again.
But this time, not at him.
Something else had arrived.
He turned.
And saw it:
A rift.
A tear in the weave.
Unwritten. Unallowed.
Beyond it—
a memory that wasn't his.
A wound in reality.
Pulsing with light unbound by order.
Inside—
A city of crystalline spires, drowning in static flame.
A name, echoing from within, fractured again and again:
Kir—ss… Kiri… ss… is…
He stepped forward.
The threads recoiled like frightened serpents.
Glyphs burned.
Alarms screamed.
[WARNING: NULLTYPE APPROACHING CORE THREAD VAULT]
[MEMORY ACCESS: DENIED]
[REWRITE INITIATED—]
FAILURE IMMINENT
The instant his foot crossed the threshold, the world convulsed.
His vision ruptured.
Flashbacks that weren't his exploded into his mind:
A girl beneath a bleeding moon.
A blade of thread through her chest.
A name scrawled in her blood.
A contract, signed in silence, etched into the bones of reality.
And a name — not spoken, not remembered —
Deleted.
His name.
Nox collapsed.
Not from pain —
but from the weight of knowing.
The Loom hadn't tried to erase him because he was wrong.
It tried—
Because he was forbidden.
Something stirred beside him.
The girl —
the one with no shadow —
stood again.
Unmoving. Threadless. Half-seen.
Her stitched lips parted.
No sound came.
And yet— he heard her.
"You were meant to die in silence."
"But silence… remembered you."
Behind her, the fabric of the Loom ignited.
Red light spilled across the tapestry — a flood of alarms, purges, failsafes bursting like stars in panic.
[RED THREAD PROTOCOL: ENGAGED]
[THREADFIRE ARRIVAL: 00:09]
[UNWRITTEN SUBJECT MUST BE CONTAINED]
She touched his chest.
Cold light — like moonfire — bloomed from her fingertips.
The world buckled.
Time stuttered.
His heart stopped.
Then — restarted.
And he fell.
Through the Loom.
Through the threads that once ignored him.
And into a world that had forgotten his name.
---
In the ruins of a broken academy,
a name began to reappear in fractured code.
In the memory of a dead girl,
a contract still pulsed.
And in the shadows between threads,
something whispered…
"The Forbidden One walks again."