I. SCENE 1 — THE MORNING AFTER: THE SCENT OF OLD FAITH ⛪
Location: Seiran Academy — rebuilt, but still breathing the wounds of yesterday.
Atmosphere: The air feels… wrong. Heavy. Like incense mixed with static.
The OSA's cover-up is spotless, surgical even — but the residue of the Anchor Suppression Tools hangs in the air, humming with metallic holiness.
Kylori sits in class, perfectly motionless.
The frequency digs into his mind like needles.
A thin, high-pitched ringing — the kind born from old faith, sacred geometry, and human arrogance.
Kylori (thought):
"They think their hymns can drown my shadows? Please. They're just the same priests from the orphanage… now with shinier toys."
Under his desk, his shadow pulses once, countering the frequency with a low, predatory hum.
Not loud. Not violent.
Just a quiet "I exist stronger than you can erase me."
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II. SCENE 2 — THE PSYCHOLOGICAL BREACH (AKIRA)
Location: An unused music room.
Kylori is analyzing fractured energy graphs when Akira walks in.
She looks calm. Too calm. Like she already walked past fear and left it crying in a corner.
She doesn't ask why he saved her. She doesn't ask what that thing was.
She asks:
Akira:
"When you commanded the shadows… you smiled.
Was that smile meant for me?
Or was that the real you?"
Kylori freezes.
A tiny Eldritch ripple. Not rage — discomfort.
Being seen is a more dangerous trigger than pain.
He answers softly, sterile:
Kylori:
"The smile was for the collection. Satisfaction."
Akira steps closer, unfazed.
Akira:
"No. It was relief.
Relief that someone saw the monster…
and didn't run."
Oof. Direct hit.
The shadows behind Kylori lash out like startled beasts — then he clamps them down instantly.
His façade cracks. Just for a heartbeat.
The panic behind his eyes isn't fear of exposure — it's fear of connection.
He stands abruptly, voice sharp:
Kylori:
"Seek what's beneath the surface again… and you won't survive it."
Akira doesn't flinch.
She just smiles — small, stubborn, understanding.
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III. SCENE 3 — THE PRAETORIAN AND THE PURE PAIN
Location: Downtown street crossing.
Kylori leaves school, creating a high-altitude Aetherial Wraith for overwatch.
He immediately spots her —
Sister Veronica, Praetorian Agent, disguised as a calm woman near the subway.
She doesn't hesitate.
She pulls out a small silver amulet — a vibrating Anchor Suppression Tool — and fires a focused pulse.
The pain is instant.
Not physical — spiritual.
The same pain they used on him as a child.
Kylori staggers. A real reaction.
Veronica approaches, voice dripping with holy superiority.
Veronica:
"The little monster is exposed.
We are the cure, Anchor."
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IV. SCENE 4 — THE INVERTED THREAT (KYLIORI'S WARNING) ♟️
Kylori breathes — steadying himself — analyzing the amulet's signature with surgical precision.
Then he lifts his eyes.
Nearby, a playground. Shadows.
Perfect canvas.
A colossal Oblivion Sentinel, its silhouette alone enough to rupture sanity, forms on the building wall — just long enough for its presence to be felt.
He whispers:
Kylori:
"Touch the variable…
and I'll turn your faith into a graveyard."
This isn't a threat to her life.
This is a threat to her worldview, her mission, her order.
Veronica's calm breaks.
The Sentinel is beyond anything the Praetorians can cage.
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V. SCENE 5 — DEFENSE PROTOCOL: SHADOW SENTINEL
Kylori walks away — but his mind reaches back to Akira.
He deploys a full protection protocol:
1. Echo Shade
A shadow fused into her phone reflection and window reflections.
Silent guardian. Can intercept spiritual or mental attacks.
2. Umbral Lurker
Tracks her real-world location — a living radar made of darkness.
He isn't hiding from her anymore.
And he isn't isolating her.
He's anchoring her safety to his power.
Kylori (final thought):
"The cage is gone.
The hunt is mine."