The metallic groan of an abandoned warehouse door echoed through the back alleys of Hoshinoura City. Night spilled inside in shards of streetlight, across a floor stained with oil and cigarette ash. The air reeked of sweat and adrenaline. Dozens of boys high school delinquents in scuffed uniforms and dyed hair formed a circle around a makeshift ring drawn with chalk and bottles and cans.
At the center of the circle breathing heavily, stood Shirakami Yagami.
He wasn't tall by standards, nor the bulkiest. But there was something about the way he carried himself, half-lidded eyes gleaming with restless hunger, crooked grin stretched wide as if he'd just bitten into something taboo that made everyone around him tense. His uniform blazer hung loose, sleeves rolled, revealing arms scarred from a hundred of brawls. His shirt was half-unbuttoned, showing a lean, wiry body that looked more wolf than boy.
Yagami cracked his knuckles, blood dripping from a split lip. The crowd screamed his name.
"Yagami!"
"Reigning champ!"
"Another one down!"
His opponent lay unconscious at his feet, a pile of bruises. Yagami crouched, brushed his nose with the back of his hand, and laughed low.
"Pathetic. Is that all you got?"
For Yagami, the fight was never about winning. It was about finding someone stronger than the gap inside him. A year of amnesia. That's all he remembered. Everything before was gone. Sometimes he wondered if he'd been born only to fight
But the crowd loved him. And their love was as close as he could get to feeling alive.
"Next challenger!" someone shouted.
The warehouse roared. But then
"Excuse me!"
A clear, commanding voice cut through the mess.
Everyone turned.
Three girls stood at the entrance, haloed by the yellow streetlight behind them. They didn't belong here, and that fact alone made every delinquent in the room fall into an uneasy hush.
The first girl, at the center, carried herself with elegance like she'd stepped out of a painting. Long raven-black hair, sharp violet eyes, posture so straight it looked like a ruler guided her every move. She wore the Hoshinoura Academy uniform but perfectly pressed, unlike everyone else's. Her name: Ayaka Hoshizuki.
Beside her, skipping in with an oversized grin, was a girl with strawberry-pink twin-tails, ribbons bobbing as if they had minds of their own. Her uniform was a mess, untucked and pinned with random badges, like she'd gotten distracted halfway through dressing. She waved at the stunned crowd as though she'd just walked into a karaoke bar: Mirei Kanzaki.
And finally, a step behind them, was a tall, composed beauty with blue hair styled in a soft wave. Her golden eyes scanned the warehouse, calculating and cool. She adjusted her perfectly pressed blazer, the small pin of the student council president catching the flicker of a neon sign. Mato Nakamura.
Three worlds colliding with one.
Ayaka stepped forward, voice sharp. "This property belongs to the church. You're trespassing."
Murmurs ran through the crowd. Nobody talked to Yagami like that.
Yagami tilted his head, amused. "Church girls, huh? What are you doing in a place like this?"
"We're here for charity work," Mato said, crossing her arms. "The city granted permission for clean-up and food drives. But clearly" her eyes flicked at the unconscious boy on the ground"this isn't charity."
The room chuckled nervously. Yagami wiped his lip, still bleeding, and smirked.
"Oh, it's charity. I'm giving these idiots a reason to live."
Mirei gasped dramatically, clasping her cheeks. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! So cool! Are you like… the boss here? You look like a boss! With blood and scars and ahh!" She ran closer, leaning over the fallen opponent. "Ew, he's drooling! You hit him too hard!"
"Get back," Ayaka hissed, tugging Mirei's sleeve. "This isn't a playground."
But Yagami was already laughing. "Finally. Someone interesting shows up." He pointed at the three girls with casual arrogance. "So, what is it? Are you here to shut me down? Kick me out? Gonna call the cops?"
Arisa's gaze sharpened. "If that's what it takes."
The crowd jeered, half thrilled
Yagami whistled low. He wiped sweat from his brow, hair falling into his eyes, and walked toward them. The crowd parted like waves, murmuring.
Up close, Ayaka could smell the iron tang of blood mixed with cigarette smoke clinging to his shirt. His grin was wolfish, sharp, casual for someone standing in a pit of violence.
"So proper," Yagami said, circling them like a predator toying with prey. "Miss Perfect. Miss Sparkles. And Madam President. You three got guts, coming in here."
"Don't mock us," Ayaka snapped, though her voice trembled slightly.
"Mock you?" Yagami chuckled. "Nah. I admire it. But see, I don't take orders. Not from teachers, and definitely not from girls who think they're too good to get their hands dirty."
Ayaka's eyes flashed. "This is a place for trash and violence. And you're the worst of them all."
Gasps rippled through the crowd. Nobody insulted Shirakami Yagami
Yagami's grin widened. For a moment, silence. Then he leaned in close, his breath warm at Ayaka's ear.
"Careful, princess. If you keep talking like that…" His voice dropped to a dangerous purr. "…I might fall in love."
Ayaka froze. Heat flared across her face, anger or embarrassment, she couldn't tell. Mirei squealed behind her. Mato narrowed her eyes.
"Shameless," Mato muttered.
Yagami pulled back, laughing. "Relax. I'm joking. Unless…" He tilted his head. "Nah, you look like your no fun"
The tension snapped.
Ayaka shoved him hard in the chest. "This warehouse is closed. You and your gang of idiots need to leave. Now."
The crowd roared with laughter, egging them on.
Yagami didn't move from her push; he stood firm, smirk never fading. Slowly, deliberately, he caught her wrist. His grip wasn't cruel, just unyielding.
"You got fire," he said softly. His eyes wild yet strangely hollow met hers. For a moment, Ayaka swore she saw something else flicker there.
Then he let go, stepping back. "But fire burns out quickly in this world."
Ayaka's heart thudded painfully. She didn't know why.
Mirei broke the tension, bouncing between them. "Ooooh, spicy! Are you two flirting or fighting? Or both?"
The warehouse burst into laughter. Even some of the toughest delinquents were sweating because only Mirei had treated Yagami like a circus act.
Mato stepped forward, eyes cold. "Enough games. You either leave, or we'll force you to."
The crowd erupted in chaos cheering.
Yagami tilted his head back and laughed, long and loud. Then he cracked his knuckles, smirk sharp as a blade.
"Oh, I like you three. You all got guts. So…" He dropped into a fighter's stance, voice rumbling low. "…why don't you show me if you can back it up?"
The warehouse shook with noise.
And thus began the first clash three church girls against the reigning delinquent king.
The crowd barely had time to scream before the air itself seemed to shudder.
Yagami stood, fists clenched, facing the three girls who had dared step into his world. Ayaka with her icy glare, Mirei bouncing with restless energy, and Mato narrowing her golden eyes like sharpened knives. The warehouse floor smelled of sweat, but something else stirred underneath an odor of Damp earth. Old incense. Rusted iron.
Ayaka felt it first: a chill crawling down her spine. Her throat tightened, and words died on her lips.
"…Do you feel that?" she whispered.
Mato's eyes flicked to the shadows pooling between the steel pillars. "Yes. Something's here."
Mirei tilted her head, ribbons swaying. "Whoa! Creepy vibes. Like… horror movie creepy." She giggled nervously. "What if it's a ghost?"
The crowd of delinquents, oblivious, kept cheering for blood.
Then the lights flickered.
One by one, the hanging bulbs sputtered and died, plunging the warehouse into uneven strips of darkness. The only sound was the hum of distant traffic and then a voice.
Low. Crooked. Whispering.
"My children… my children… I will not let them suffer again."
The crowd fell silent.
From the rafters above, something crawled into view. A figure long and crooked, like a woman's silhouette stretched thin. Its hair was tangled moss, its limbs bent at wrong angles, joints clicking as it descended upside-down like an insect. Its face was pale and hollow, except for the mouth. The mouth stretched wide, filled with teeth that looked more like broken needles.
The delinquents screamed and scattered, bolting for the doors.
Ayaka staggered back, covering her mouth. "What-what is that?"
Yagami didn't move. His grin faltered for the first time. Something deep in his chest stirred, like an old scar itching.
The creature tilted its head.
"Shirakami Yagami… my child of violence… my victim of the crime. You are under Mother's protection."
The voice was wrong like five whispers layered together.
The creature dropped, landing with a sickening thud on all fours. Despite the horror of its form, it bent low in a strange, reverent bow before Yagami. Its limbs creaked, like old wood splintering.
Ayaka's eyes widened. "It's… protecting him?"
Mato's fists clenched.
Mirei peeked from behind Ayaka's shoulder. "Ehhh?"
The creature's head snapped toward Mirei, mouth widening into an endless, black grin.
"Mother."
The lights burst.
Chaos exploded. The four of them bolted Ayaka tugging Mirei, Mato already sprinting ahead. Yagami lingered for a second, staring at the bowed, broken figure. Some part of him wanted to ask why. Why him? What crime?
But instinct screamed louder than curiosity. He ran.
They tore out of the warehouse into the humid night air. Their lungs burned, their feet pounded the cracked pavement. But the city itself seemed wrong, every alley too dark, every corner stretched. Like the world had tilted sideways.
"Keep running!" Mato barked.
But as they rounded a corner, something else blocked their path.
It stood at the center of the street, a massive guardian lion-dog statue, but alive. Its stone mane flowed like molten rock, eyes burning gold. Each breath rattled the windows of nearby buildings.
Ayaka gasped. "A komainu… a guardian spirit."
The lion-dog growled, the sound shaking in their bones.
Yagami froze. The beast's gaze was locked on him, not the others.
"Whywhy is everything after me?" he muttered, voice shaking for the first time.
"Don't just stand there!" Ayaka snapped, grabbing his arm. "Move!"
They ran again, dodging down alleys, but the guardian spirit thundered after them. Every time Yagami glanced back, its eyes glowed brighter, as if it were hunting something in his soul itself.
They crashed into the edge of the woods that bordered the city. Branches whipped at their faces as they scrambled downhill. Mirei shrieked, tumbling forward. Ayaka tried to catch her, but momentum carried them all until the earth itself gave way.
They plunged into a ditch.
The world went black for a second, then returned with whispers.
Whispers everywhere.
Around them, in the ditch, shapes stirred. Dozens of translucent figures. Spirits. Some headless, some with hollow sockets for eyes, some whispering prayers with mouths sewn shut.
Mirei screamed, clutching Ayaka's arm. "Y-y-you I-i-i AAAHHH-!"
The spirits turned. Slowly. And then, as one, they surged toward Yagami.
Ayaka and Mato grabbed for him, but it was too late. The spirits leapt into his body, vanishing like smoke sucked into a furnace. Yagami's eyes flared wide. His breath hitched. His veins darkened under his skin pulsing.
"Yagami!" Ayaka shouted, shaking him. "Fight it!"
But he ripped free, stumbling forward into the trees. His laughter cracked, wild and pained, echoing through the night.
The girls scrambled after him, panic clawing at their chests. Branches tore their uniforms, mud streaked their legs, but they couldn't let him vanish.
Then the guardian lion-dog crashed into the ditch behind them. Its roar scattered the spirits but its gaze turned once more to Yagami.
And Yagami… stopped running.
He turned.
Something inside him shifted.
The air grew heavy, suffocating, as if the woods themselves held their breath. The earth trembled under his feet. His grin returned but this time, it wasn't Yagami's.
It was something Hungrier.
A voice boomed, not from his mouth, but from the soul of the world itself.
"Trihexa: 666. The Beast of Apocalypse… awakens."
A black aura exploded from Yagami's body, slamming the trees flat. The lion-dog braced itself, growling, but even it trembled before the pressure.
Ayaka shielded her face from the wind.
Mirei's ribbons whipped wildly as she clung to Ayaka. "W-we gotta run! He's gonna explode!"
Mato gritted her teeth, forcing herself to step forward. Her golden eyes burned.
"Yagami! Snap out of it!"
The beast inside laughed through Yagami's throat. His hands moved without thought, black veins crawling up his arms.
Then suddenly he clapped his hands together.
The sound cracked like thunder.
The forest fell silent.
The black aura around Shirakami Yagami convulsed, his body jerking like a marionette with too many strings pulling at once. The lion-dog spirit roared, charging at him, but instead of tearing Yagami apart it collided with him. Stone and fire burst like shattered glass, the guardian's body dissolving into golden shards of light that stabbed into Yagami's chest.
He screamed.
At the same time, "Mother" shrieked from the treeline, her broken limbs stretching wide. Her pale form rippled like paper catching fire and then folded, all at once, into Yagami's body. The shadows stitched themselves into his veins.
The forest fell silent.
Yagami stood in the ruins of the ditch, his shoulders rising and falling, his breath ragged. For a moment his eyes were not his own; they burned with molten gold and void blackness. The laughter that rumbled in his throat wasn't human.
Ayaka, Mirei, and Mato stared, frozen between fear and awe.
And the darkness swallowed everything.
The Next Morning
Sunlight filtered gently through lace curtains, spilling across a spotless bedroom lined with bookshelves, trophies, and neatly folded uniforms.
Ayaka Hoshizuki sat in her vanity, combing her long black hair until it gleamed like ink. Her violet eyes studied her own reflection: perfect posture, clear skin, the exact shade of lip gloss. Everything the "ideal girl" should be.
She smiled softly at herself. Practiced. Elegant..
Yes, yes… the Vessel awakens again. The Tyrannical Ruler reborn into mortal flesh.
The voice in her head rang a sharp, dramatic monologue echoing from another world. She imagined herself wrapped in cosmic flames, a crown of meteors above her head, galaxies orbiting her shoulders.
All shall kneel before the Princess of the Endless Void, the Wielder of the Tyrant's Eye!
Ayaka exhaled slowly. "…Shut up."
She snapped the compact mirror closed and stood. She hadn't indulged her Chūnibyō with the "alien princess warrior" persona in years. At least, not out loud. But it never really went away. It lingered, whispering at the edges of her thoughts, mocking her perfection with visions of who she used to be.
She shouldered her bag, straightened her uniform, and stepped into the role she expected: the perfect girl of Hoshinoura Church Academy.
At School
The courtyard buzzed as students clustered in groups, laughing, trading lunchboxes, scrolling on phones. Conversations dimmed when Ayaka walked by.
"Ah, Hoshizuki-san good morning!"
"Her hair is flawless as always…"
"She's like a model, seriously."
Ayaka smiled politely, nodding with practiced grace. Every word, every movement was deliberate, like steps in a dance she had memorized.
But as she walked, her ears caught the laughter of friends sharing snacks under the cherry tree. The easy way they leaned on each other, no careful masks or perfect lines rehearsed. Her chest tightened.
She sat alone by the window in her classroom. Lunch unfolded quietly an immaculately packed bento. Students glanced her way but never approached. She was too admired, too polished. Untouchable.
Her chopsticks hovered over rice as her inner voice returned, dramatic and cruel.
Pitiful mortals cannot approach the Vessel. They fear the Tyrant's Eye, for it sees their weakness. You are destined to reign alone, cosmic princess!
Ayaka clenched her chopsticks. "…Or maybe I'm just bad at making friends."
The laugh that escaped her lips was small, bitter. Nobody noticed.
After School
The church bells tolled softly in the late afternoon, echoing down the cobblestone path that led to the Hoshizuki household. The house itself sat above a small shop, its weathered wooden sign swinging gently in the breeze:
"Rena's Divination & Charms."
Inside, shelves overflowed with talismans, incense, and old scrolls. Jars of herbs lined the counters, their earthy scent filling the air.
Ayaka slipped through the door. "I'm home."
Behind the counter sat her grandmother, Rena Hoshizuki. Her silver hair was pulled into a tight bun, her face a map of lines etched by both wisdom and weariness. She wore a faded kimono, beads clacking softly as she strung charms.
"You're late," Rena said without looking up.
"I had class committee duties," Ayaka replied smoothly.
"Hmph. Always duties. Never honesty."
Ayaka's lips tightened. She moved past the counter, setting her bag down with more force than necessary.
Her grandmother's eyes, sharp as glass, lifted to her. "Still pretending to be someone you're not…?
Ayaka froze. "…It's not pretending."
Rena clicked her tongue. "Expectations are chains."
Ayaka's hands clenched at her sides. The familiar sting of guilt flared memories of their last argument. The night she screamed that her grandmother had filled her head with lies, with stories of being chosen, mystical, magical. That she'd made her believe she was something more than human, only for reality to strip it away.
She hated how the words still sat like poison in her chest.
"…I didn't come home for a lecture," Ayaka muttered, climbing the stairs to her room.
Behind her, Rena's sigh followed like smoke.
Night
Ayaka sat at her desk, homework spread neatly before her. But her eyes weren't on the books. They were on the reflection in her window: her own face, staring back with an emptiness she couldn't name.
The city lights flickered faintly in the distance. Somewhere beyond them, she thought of Yagami of the fight, the spirits, the thing inside him. The way his eyes looked.
She thought it was right but mato told her it was a movie her there school she had no reason not to believe her she was the president but a part of her wanted it be real
Her fingers curled into fists.
For all her perfection, all her practiced grace, she had never felt more powerless.
The voice inside her stirred again.
Awaken, Vessel. The Tyrant's Eye burns. The cosmos will kneel before you.
Ayaka pressed her forehead to the desk and whispered into the dark:
"…I just want to be…."
...…
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The scream ripped out of Yagami's throat before his brain even caught up. One second, he was in his bed, tangled in sheets and trying to shake off the nightmare of shadows and voices clawing at his skull. The next, a massive handcalloused, veined, heavy as if steel clamped over his mouth.
The world bent.
Air screamed past his ears, his stomach lurched and then he was slammed against gravel so hard his spine rattled. The moon above cut sharp against the Tokyo skyline. Neon buzzed. The cold wind howled.
Yagami staggered up, clutching his ribs. "WHAT THE HELL?! WHERE AM I?!" His voice cracked into fury. "AND WHO THE HELL ARE YOU, JACKASS?!"
A shadow loomed.
The man standing over him was huge, well over six feet, shoulders broad enough to block the moon. His suit was black, immaculate, with a faint glimmer like woven steel. Long silver hair fell around a face too sharp, his eyes twin pools of bottomless blue. When he spoke, his voice rolled like thunder.
"Requiem," he said simply. "That is my name."
Yagami's fists curled. "Cool name. Doesn't answer why you flinged me onto a roof!"
Requiem ignored him, slipping his hands into his pockets. "You, Shirakami Yagami, are the heir to the conglomerate of"
"WAITTTTTT!" Yagami's shout cracked the night. "You're talking way too damn fast!"
Requiem blinked. Coughed once, as though recalibrating his own drama. His gaze sharpened, then softened into something almost paternal.
"Very well. What I was about to say," he continued, his tone shifting into a lecture, "is that you are the sole heir to the conglomerate of the underworld. An organization currently moving under the name Shichisai Ketsumeidan."
Yagami's brain hiccuped. "…The what now?"
Requiem's mouth curved. "In the mundane world, they are known as the Yagyū Clan."
Silence.
Yagami rubbed the back of his neck, scowling. "So, let me get this straight. You're saying I'm the heir to some… mafia cosplay club with a tongue-twister name?"
A vein popped on Requiem's temple. "…Your ungentlemanlike manner offends me deeply."
Yagami snorted. "Oh, boo-hoo. Cry about it."
The tall man's aura dropped as the air itself shivered, heavy with killing intent. For a heartbeat, Yagami swore the gravel beneath his shoes turned to ash. But then, just as suddenly, Requiem exhaled and adjusted his tie.
"Clearly," he said smoothly, "you lack refinement. But that is precisely why I was sent to you."
Yagami's jaw tightened. "…Sent by who?"
Requiem's lips curved into something between a grin and a warning. "By those who remember what you are meant to be." He straightened, clasping his hands behind his back. "But before destiny can unfold, you require discipline."
"Oh, here we go." Yagami rolled his eyes. "You gonna make me train in a volcano? Carry water up a mountain? Fight demons blindfolded?"
"No."
Requiem's eyes gleamed.
"I am giving you a job at my convenience store."
…
The silence was so thick Yagami could hear the wind scrape against the edge of the rooftop.
"…HUH?!"
Requiem nodded, utterly serious. "The night shift begins tomorrow. Report at nine. Aprons are provided. Late arrivals will be punished."
Yagami's brain snapped. "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?! You drag me out of bed, throw me across a damn roof, tell me I'm heir to some crime syndicate and then make me stock cup noodles?!"
Requiem's gaze narrowed. "Character is forged not only in battle but in humility. To serve the mundane is to understand the extraordinary."
"Humility my ass!" Yagami barked. "I'm not bagging groceries for drunks at two a.m.!"
"Then," Requiem said smoothly, "you may decline."
"…Finally, some sense."
"But," he continued, "the seven divisions of Shichisai Ketsumeidan will brand you a traitor. Assassins will hunt you without rest. Your head will be worth-"
"OKAY, OKAY, I GET IT." Yagami flailed his arms. "Fine! I'll take your stupid job! God, you're worse than my homeroom teacher!"
Requiem's lips curved into a satisfied smile. "Good boy. You may call me Mr. Gojōmaru from now on."
"…Mr. what?"
"Gojōmaru," he repeated proudly, adjusting his cufflinks. "It is a name of great sophistication. Engrave it in your memory, boy."
Yagami dragged a hand down his face. "This is gonna be hell."
Requiem leaned closer, his shadow swallowing Yagami whole. His voice dropped low, dangerous again.
"Oh, trust me," he said, "hell hasn't even begun."
Morning [Mato]
The alarm buzzed at six sharp.
Mato Nakamura cracked one golden eye open, groaning. Her blue hair spilled across her pillow in a wild mess, streaks catching the dawn light. She lay there for a moment, fighting the pull of gravity, before rolling to her feet with a sigh.
The girl in the mirror stared back: tall, lean, with eyes that always seemed to weigh people down before they spoke. People called her cold, but really? Mato just didn't have the energy for games.
She tugged her uniform shirt on lazily, not bothering to button the top two buttons. Her tie hung loose, her skirt a little shorter than regulation. In her bag she slid a set of brass knuckles, hidden between textbooks. Just in case.
Breakfast was quick toast, half-burnt, scarfed down at the counter. Her mother called from the kitchen, voice sweet but tired:
"Try to behave today, Mato."
Mato snorted. "Yeah, sure. I'll totally play an angel."
She grabbed her bag, slung it over one shoulder, and walked out without another word.
Morning [Mirei]
In another part of the city, sunlight sparkled on a pastel explosion.
Mirei Kanzaki was already up, bouncing in front of her mirror. Strawberry-pink hair tied into two uneven buns, bright clips scattered like candy stars, gloss shimmering on her lips. Her uniform blazer was perfectly pressed but her socks were mismatched on purpose.
"Good morning, Mirei-chan! The cutest, brightest idol of her own story!" she cheered at her reflection, striking poses.
Breakfast for her was pancakes stacked high with whipped cream, sprinkles, and strawberries. She snapped a picture of it on her phone with a peace sign before devouring it.
Her father peeked from behind the newspaper, amused. "You're gonna be late again if you keep that up."
"I'd rather be late than dull!" Mirei chirped, wiping cream off her cheek. She blew him a kiss and darted out the door.
The school gates loomed as the morning rush poured in. Students flowed in waves, chatter buzzing in the air. Ayaka walked with perfect poise, books balanced neatly in her arms, every step elegant. A little distance away, Mato leaned against the fence, yawning. Mirei darted from friend to friend, her voice bubbling above the crowd.
And then Yagami was walking to his school..
Hands stuffed in his pockets, tie undone, bruises still fresh from last night's insanity. He yawned wide enough to scare a teacher, ignoring the whispers that followed him.
The four of them crossed paths just as the bell began to toll.
A chill swept through the courtyard sharp, wrong, almost electrical. For a heartbeat, the world froze: the laughter, the footsteps, even the wind.
Then it snapped.
Light exploded, invisible but heavy, slamming through their bodies like invisible hammers.
Ayaka gasped then her voice came out lower, rougher, a growl she didn't recognize.
Mato blinked down at herself and shrieked when she saw long pink hair bounce in her vision.
Mirei flailed, staring at the blue hair that was in a pixie cut .
Yagami looked down, saw his hands were way too delicate, and swore so loud half the school turned.
The four of them had swapped.
Ayaka was in Yagami's body.
Yagami was in Ayaka's.
Mato had landed in Mirei.
Mirei was suddenly Mato.
Panic erupted.
"WHY THE HELL DO I NOT SOUND LIKE ME?!" Yagami (in Ayaka's body) screamed, clutching at his chest.
"Don't grab my chest! Idiot!" Ayaka (in Yagami's body) barked back.
Mirei (in Mato's body) twirled clumsily, staring at the longer legs. "Oh my gosh, I'm so tall! This is so weird but kinda cool WAIT, these hands are scary!"
Mato (in Mirei's body) glared, tugging at the pink hair. "…I'm gonna kill someone. No way I'm living like this."
The bell finished its toll. The courtyard went back to normal students walking past as if nothing happened. Only the four of them knew the truth.
And it was absolute chaos.