Day ???: The Birth of a New Species

The protesters were directly confronting the forces of order.
There were no longer any lines.
Only bodies pushing against each other, crossed shouts, raised weapons, trembling hands.

The girl who moments earlier had been floating above the crowd suddenly fell among them.

Before she could get back up, several protesters surrounded her, placing themselves between her and the forces of order.

Violence spread like a wave.
A shove turned into a blow.
A blow into a gunshot.
And the gunshots into violence.

Then, a scream pierced the air.

It was not human.
It was not physical.
It was a lament that lodged itself deep within those who were able to feel it.

Said and Sally shuddered at the same time.

“They’re already awakening,” Said said with a smile.

From different points across the city, enormous amounts of energy began to shine, rising like signals invisible to the rest of the world.

The scream echoed once more.

Sally felt the pain of that sound pierce through her chest.
It wasn’t just noise.
It was pure suffering.

Her energy began to overflow, losing stability.
The voices of her memories threatened to reach her again.

Before that could happen, she acted.

She brought her hands to her head.
And burst her own eardrums.

The world went silent.

But something changed.

In the absolute silence, Sally was able to hear something else.
Not sounds…
but laments.

The voices of every soul.
Especially those of the ones who had just awakened.

Said watched as the girl protected by the protesters began to lose control.

Her energy shaped itself around her body, taking the form of a stylized, unreal dress—like that of a mahou shōjo twisted by rage.

Gauntlets emerged from her hands.

And without hesitation, she charged at the forces of order.

Bullets struck her body without causing harm.
The casualties began to pile up.

“Because you never protected us!” she screamed, her voice broken. “Never!”

Then, an object struck her.

The explosion shook the street.

“Shit…” Said muttered.

The girl rose from the smoke, searching for whoever was responsible.

She didn’t see it coming.

A direct blow to the head sent her crashing down.
Blood began to run down her face.

When she looked up, she understood.

It wasn’t human.
It was a biomechanical being.
An experiment.

She did not hesitate.

Her gauntlets changed shape, extending and completely covering her arms.

With a single movement, she unleashed a slash that split it apart…
along with everything in its path.

But she was not alone.

More experiments appeared.
Each one different.
Each one more twisted than the last.

One of them turned its head.
It had noticed Said and Sally.

Said took Sally in his arms, trying to escape.

He didn’t get far.

The attack struck him head-on.

Before the final blow could fall, a burst of energy covered them.

An awakened one, wielding a wand, had launched a powerful attack that stopped the experiment.

“Who are you?” Sally asked.

“What do you mean?” Said replied, confused.

Then they saw it.

An awakened one rose into the skies.

His body was covered in scars, as were his eyes.
The energy emanating from him was blood-colored.

He was not a god.
He was not a demon.
He was not human.

He was something else.
A different being.

He evoked fear.

But only those who possessed a genuine longing to find tranquility within their most innocent desires could look upon him with hope…
and with devotion.

Space distorted.

All the awakened were transported to another plane.

“HAHAHAHAHAHA…”

The laughter echoed in the void.

“I’ve seen it all.”

The figure of the witch manifested, observing everything with delight.

“Now then… allow me to introduce myself.”

A smile formed on her face.

“I am the Dramaturge Witch.”