THE GHOST IN THE ROOM
Isaac had seen many strange things in this world.
Monsters that defied nature.
Ruins that breathed like living things.
People who became legends through blood and steel.
But this?
This was the first time he was genuinely surprised.
Because when he turned..
When he finally laid eyes on the Hollow herself.
She wasn’t what he expected.
Not at all.
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NOT A CORPSE
The name Veyra the Hollow had painted a certain image in his mind.
A withered, mummified husk of a person.
A shambling, cursed spirit, doomed to roam the ruins.
A thing barely holding onto existence.
But the woman standing before him?
She was none of those things.
Veyra was tall. Her frame wrapped in a flowing black-and-silver robe that moved as if it wasn’t entirely bound to reality.
Her skin was pale but not the sickly pallor of something long dead. It was smooth, unblemished, like the surface of untouched marble.
Her hair was long, deep violet, cascading over her shoulders like liquid dusk.
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And her eyes..
Her eyes were pure black, like the void between stars.
Empty. Endless.
But not lifeless.
No.
There was something dangerous in them.
Something watching. Calculating.
Something aware.
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THE HOLLOW MOVES
She didn’t attack.
She didn’t speak.
She simply stood there, her gaze locked onto him like she was studying a puzzle piece that didn’t fit.
Isaac, for his part, stayed perfectly still.
This wasn’t a monster.
Not a ghost.
Not a lost soul screaming for release.
This was something else.
Something that had been locked away for a reason.
And he had just let it out.
“…Huh.”
It was the only sound he made, and yet, in the heavy silence, it might as well have been a shouted confession.
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WHAT THE HOLLOW THINKS
Veyra blinked, tilting her head slightly, her gaze never leaving him.
Who are you?
The thought wasn’t spoken.
It wasn’t whispered.
But Isaac felt it.
Like an unseen pressure against his mind.
Like the ruins themselves were wondering why he was here.
She took a single step forward.
Isaac didn’t move.
Didn’t reach for the dagger.
Didn’t pull out a vials.
Didn’t run.
Because something told him,
If he did, he wouldn’t get another chance.
Her voice, when it finally came, was soft. Measured.
“…You are not what I expected.”
Isaac exhaled, tilting his head to match hers.
“Yeah. Funny. I was about to say the same thing.”
She studied him a moment longer.
Then, finally.
She smiled.
And Isaac realized something very important.
Veyra the Hollow wasn’t trapped here.
She had been waiting.
For someone.
For something.
And now?
She was free.