Nyx sat alone in the wreckage of what used to be her apartment. It wasn’t just a mess—it was a graveyard of her own sanity. The walls were carved with deep, jagged scythe marks, each one a silent scream of agony. Her computer lay in ruins, its screen shattered and sparking from where she had smashed it. The floor was littered with broken furniture, torn fabric, and shattered glass. The air was thick with the lingering scent of destruction, of rage, of utter despair.

Her phone sat on the floor, the screen cracked beyond repair. Not that it mattered—no one would call. No one cared.

For days, she had been trapped in this endless cycle of rage and sorrow, spiraling further into something darker than a mere breakdown. Her mind had gone beyond shattering—it was liquefying, dissolving into a chaotic storm of grief, madness, and guilt.

Then, she screamed again.

"SEIAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"

It wasn’t just a cry. It was a plea, a desperate call to a void that refused to answer. A wretched prayer to a god that had abandoned her.

Silence.

The kind of silence that choked.

The kind of silence that whispered, She’s gone.

Nyx trembled, her breath ragged, before she let out a guttural scream and began throwing whatever she could grab. A lamp shattered against the wall. A chair cracked in half as she slammed it against the floor. A mirror was sent flying, fragments of glass embedding themselves in the walls, in the carpet, in her skin—she didn’t even feel it.

Everything, everything, everything—gone.

And then she heard him.

Genesis.

"You can throw as much as you want, but anger and regret won’t bring her back. Cherish the things that remain. Hold onto the memories."

His voice was calm. Steady. Unfazed.

Nyx snapped.

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!!!" She clutched her head, nails digging into her scalp. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH I SPENT JUST TO BE AROUND HER?! HOW MUCH I DID?! HOW MUCH I SUFFERED JUST TO SEE HER?!"

She gasped for air, her chest heaving, voice cracking with rage. "WHERE WERE YOU WHEN I NEEDED HELP?! WHY DIDN’T YOU ANSWER ME WHEN SHE DIED?!"

Genesis sighed. "I couldn't. Yume interfered with our connection. She cut off my ability to reach you."

Nyx clenched her fists. She wanted to hit something—no, someone.

"Go away."

"...You are truly lost," Genesis murmured.

Nyx let out a bitter, broken laugh. "Lost? I've been lost since the first time I killed someone. Since I first realized there was no turning back." Her voice wavered, breath hitching. "Nobody's coming to save me, Genesis. Nobody. Not Sensei, not Mika, not Seia... Nobody."

Her vision blurred, breath shaky. "Sensei gave up on me. I was the first student he was ever truly angry at."

She let out a weak, hollow chuckle, but it quickly died in her throat.

"...I just wanna die."

Genesis was silent for a long moment before speaking. "Death doesn’t erase pain."

Nyx’s voice cracked as she screamed, "HOW THE HELL WOULD YOU UNDERSTAND?!"

And then—

Genesis snapped.

"BECAUSE I LOST ARUYIKA."

Nyx froze.

Her breathing slowed. Her rage flickered.

"...Who?"

Genesis’s voice softened. "The former president of the GSC. She... disappeared. And a few weeks after that, I died. Then, I woke up like this—as a harbinger of annihilation. After that... I don't remember."

Nyx's eyes widened slightly.

For the first time in days, she actually listened.

"...What was she like?"

Genesis hesitated before responding.

"She was... silly. Annoying, even. She used to call me 'Genny-san' just to mess with me." He let out a faint chuckle, though it was empty. "She was kind. Loving. For the first time, I thought... I thought I had a mother."

A pause.

"But now, she’s gone. And so am I."

Nyx stared at the ground.

"...You still don’t understand," she whispered.

Genesis let out a long sigh. "Of course you still resist."

His voice turned cold. "Seia is dead, Nyx. Get over it."

CRACK.

Nyx’s chair splintered as she kicked it across the room.

"SHE SHOULDN’T BE DEAD!" she shrieked. "SHE’S MEANT TO BE MINE! MEANT TO BE WITH ME—"

Genesis cut her off. "And that’s the problem. You were too possessive of her."

Nyx’s breath hitched.

"And onto that—Seia saved Hoshino. If she hadn’t, you would have lost the strongest Mystic in Kivotos. You’re lucky you didn’t lose more."

Nyx’s hands trembled.

"Shut up," she whispered.

Genesis didn’t stop.

"You act like you’re the only one who lost something. Like you’re the only one who suffered. But you’re not. And if you keep spiraling, you’ll lose more than Seia—you’ll lose everything."

Nyx’s body felt heavy.

Her arms dropped to her sides.

She felt... nothing.

"Just... shut up."

Genesis sighed.

"You’re tired."

Nyx didn’t respond.

"You feel empty."

Her hands curled into fists.

"You feel broken. Lost. In need of death."

Her breath hitched.

"Lonely."

Silence.

Then, barely above a whisper—

"...Hollow of faith."

She stared at the shattered remains of her room, of herself.

"My happiness died that day."

Back in Trinity

..........

Mika was losing it. No—she had already lost it.

Her entire room was a fucking wasteland. Not a single piece of furniture was left intact. The Tea Party room? Destroyed. The elegant chairs, shattered. The grand table, cracked in half. The porcelain teacups she once cherished? Blown to fucking pieces.

And Seia’s room—

She fucking tore it apart.

Ripped the curtains from the windows. Slashed the pillows open, white feathers scattering like the remains of a fallen angel. The bed frame? Smashed into splinters. She clawed through every piece of clothing, every belonging Seia had left behind, as if searching for some fucking proof that she was still here. That she wasn't really gone.

She found nothing.

And then she went to Nagisa’s.

She didn’t even fucking hesitate.

Mika tore through the room like a goddamn hurricane. Dressers flipped over, bookshelves tipped, Nagisa’s stupid plushie collection? Burned. Set the whole fucking pile on fire in the middle of the room and watched as they melted, their little faces warping into grotesque, melted shapes.

Her breathing was ragged. Wild.

She wanted to rip Nyx to fucking ashes.

Not just because of Seia. Not just because of Nagisa.

No. It was everything. Everything that had ever gone wrong in her life.

She was reminded of Gehenna.

That goddamn war zone that stole her childhood, that tore apart her world, that forced her to claw her way up, tooth and nail, just to fucking survive. And now, she was right back there. The memories came rushing back. Her cherished friends—gone. Her world—shattered.

It was too much.

The pain was too much.

"FUCK YOU, NYX!!!"

She screamed, voice raw, throat burning.

She grabbed her rifle and started fucking shooting.

Bullet holes riddled the walls. Anything that reminded her of Nyx—gone. Shot to hell. Blown to pieces. The paintings, the stupid fucking photos, the Trinity banners—destroyed.

She didn’t care anymore.

She couldn’t care anymore.

She kept firing until the rifle clicked empty.

Then she grabbed another one.

And another.

And another.

She didn’t stop.

She couldn’t stop.

By the time she was done, the entire wing of the dorm looked like a warzone. Walls were caved in. Debris littered the halls. Furniture was nothing but scorched wreckage. Smoke filled the air, the stench of gunpowder thick, clinging to her skin, her clothes, her hair.

Her hands were shaking.

Her breath was ragged.

Her eyes—wild.

Tears streamed down her face, but she didn’t even notice.

She stood in the ruins of what used to be her life, her home, her memories—

And she was alone.

Nagisa was gone.

Seia was gone.

Nyx was—

No.

That bitch was still alive.

Mika collapsed onto the ground, gripping her head, fists clenched in her hair.

Her mind was fucking screaming.

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fucking fair.

"WHY?!" she sobbed, slamming her fists into the debris-covered floor. "WHY THE FUCK DID IT HAVE TO BE THEM?! WHY NOT ME?!"

She punched the ground again. And again. And again.

Her knuckles split open. She didn’t care.

"WHY DID YOU GET TO LIVE, NYX?!" she screamed. "YOU’RE THE ALL-POWERFUL ONE, AREN’T YOU?! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE A FUCKING GOD, RIGHT?! SO WHY THE FUCK COULDN’T YOU SAVE THEM?!"

She laughed.

A bitter, broken, hysterical laugh.

"You're a fucking fraud," she whispered, voice shaking, tears still falling. "A fucking joke. You were never strong. You were never a protector. You were just a fucking mistake. A disappointment."

The last word hung in the air.

Just like how she had screamed it at Nyx.

Just like how Sensei had said it.

Her chest tightened.

She couldn’t breathe.

Her body shook as the weight of it all crushed her down.

She hated Nyx.

She hated that she still loved Seia.

She hated herself more than anything.

For trusting.

For hoping.

For losing.

For failing.

And now—

She was truly, utterly, fucking alone.

........... SCHALE. .......

Sensei sat at his desk, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles turned white. His eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging in his forehead, and his breath was shallow, ragged. He was past angry. His body was practically shaking with the fury that simmered inside him, and he didn’t give a damn about anything else right now. This was it.

He slammed the button on the Shittim chest, and Arona's figure materialized in front of him. The woman’s face was impassive, but even she could sense the storm brewing inside Sensei. She didn’t say a word, just nodded as he barked out the order.

“Call Rin. Now.”

Arona didn’t waste any time. She activated the comms, and within seconds, Rin’s hologram appeared before him. But instead of the usual calm demeanor, there was a flicker of caution in Rin’s expression. Sensei looked like he was about to explode.

“What the hell happened?” Rin’s voice was soft, carefully measured.

Sensei didn’t answer immediately, his anger making him breathe heavily for a few moments. But when he spoke, it was low, dangerous. "Seia's fucking dead. Yume snapped her neck. Just like that. My fucking student. My responsibility. And she’s dead."

Rin’s face paled, her shock clear. But that didn’t even matter.

“Get me fucking results, Rin. I want her gone. She can’t step foot into any other school in Kivotos. She’s done. No other institution will even look at her. I don’t care what it takes—get it done. Send the email, shut her out, make it final.” His voice was thick with rage, each word felt like a blow to Rin’s senses. She hesitated, but didn’t dare interrupt.

Rin opened her mouth to speak, but Sensei cut her off. His eyes narrowed, his voice suddenly colder than ice.

“And fucking shut down Trinity. You hear me?” His words were laced with venom, and his hands gripped the edges of the desk as though they were the only thing keeping him from smashing everything in sight.

Rin blinked, her surprise obvious. “Sensei, I don’t have the authority—”

“Shut it down,” he snarled. His body was trembling with the force of his anger now, his face reddening with the rush of adrenaline. “Do you think I give a shit about your authority right now? Nagisa’s dead. Seia’s dead. Mika’s a fucking wreck. Trinity’s not a goddamn school anymore. It’s a fucking graveyard. A monument to failure.”

Rin’s expression shifted, and she nodded silently. She knew better than to argue.

“Shut. It. Down.”

And with that, she obeyed. She didn’t even argue, she simply cut the connection.

Back at Nox’s apartment, Nyx was sitting alone, her phone cracked in her hands. She stared blankly at the screen, her mind completely numb. Her heart beat like a drum, yet she felt as though she was suffocating from the inside out. She hadn’t even fully processed the email, but the words stood out like a neon sign.

Indefinitely ineligible to apply to any academic property in Kivotos.

Ineligible to carry weapons.

Her breathing quickened, and her hands trembled. Her chest constricted as if a vice had gripped her heart. She wanted to scream, to lash out, to fight the world that had taken everything from her. But she didn’t. She just stared at the screen, her vision blurring as tears filled her eyes. Her life was over.

---

At Trinity, Mika was standing in the front of the school when she saw it. The people from the GSC were coming in, escorting students out, moving with a quiet efficiency. She immediately went down to the front to see what the hell was going on. Her mind was racing with a thousand thoughts, none of them making any sense.

One of the guards handed her a notice. She opened it, her eyes scanning the words. And then she felt her world crumble.

Trinity hereby is no more. The school will be shut down. All students will be given shelter accordingly. Due to there being no fit member to keep the school in place...

Mika’s body went still. Her hands trembled, then began to shake uncontrollably. Her jaw clenched, her eyes burned with fury, and before she knew what was happening, she screamed. It wasn’t just a shout. It was a shriek of pure, unbridled rage.

Everything was gone.

She started thrashing around, her fists pounding against the air, against the walls, against the guards who tried to stop her. The rage, the sadness, it all poured out of her in a frenzied torrent. Her mind was shattered, her soul torn apart by the deaths of her friends. Every memory of Seia, Nagisa, and the loss of everything she held dear flooded her in an uncontrollable wave.

But it wasn’t enough. Nothing would ever be enough.

She screamed again, "I FUCKING HATE YOU! YOU’RE FUCKING KILLING EVERYTHING I CARE ABOUT! YOU’VE TAKEN THEM ALL FROM ME!"

The guards tried to restrain her, but she fought like an animal. She tried to rip everything apart. And in the midst of it all, the world around her felt like it was collapsing.

But it didn’t matter. Nothing did anymore.

As her mind spiraled, one of the guards managed to get close enough and tranquilized her. Everything went black.

---

Back in Sensei's office, his hands were shaking. Not from exhaustion, but from the sheer weight of everything. He wasn’t just angry anymore. He was destroyed. Everything he had worked for, everything he had tried to build—gone. And now, everything he cared about was slipping through his fingers.

He slumped in his chair, the weight of everything pressing down on him. His fingers ran through his hair, his gaze drifting to the shattered image of his students. The tears of his anger finally started to fall.

And he wasn’t sure if it was the rage or the sadness that hurt more.

But one thing was clear: This wasn't just failure. This was everything slipping away.

The last words he muttered before the silence in his office became suffocating were a curse against the world.

"I fucking told you..."