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Chapter One – Normal Days
The story began on an ordinary day, in an ordinary world.
Huma was living what many would call a regular life. After years buried in textbooks, algorithms, and caffeine-fueled nights, he was finally in his last year of college—Computer Science, no less. Graduation was just around the corner, marked on his calendar in bold red: May 30, 2051.
As he headed home after a long, uneventful day on campus, his usual thoughts swirled—final projects, internship interviews, and maybe what to eat for dinner. That's when he heard the voice.
"Huma! Yo, bro, wait up!"
It was Drake—tall, skinny, wild black hair like he'd lost a fight with static electricity, and eyes full of untamed energy. Classic Drake. The guy practically lived in a hoodie, talked at twice the normal speed, and was always two game releases ahead of everyone else.
"There's this new hack-and-slash dropping today! Massive open world, insane combat physics—and listen to this—it has a Healer class, dude. You gotta download it!"
Huma chuckled, adjusting the strap of his backpack. He'd heard this tone before. It was the 'we're about to sink 200 hours into something' voice.
Drake wasn't done. "I'm telling you, man! You always carry me. Just one time for the culture! We'll be unstoppable—you heal, I tank, just like the old days. Pleaaaase."
"Alright, alright," Huma sighed with a grin. "But just so you know—I've been a bit burnt out on games lately. Don't expect me to pull an all-nighter right out the gate."
"That's fair," Drake nodded, already pulling out his phone. "We'll ease into it. I'll just spam you until you cave."
And just like that, it felt like a normal day again. Familiar. Safe.
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Chapter One – The Last Normal Night (continued)
"Alright man, see you tomorrow," Huma said, waving lazily as he turned away.
"Later, bro! Don't forget—download it!" Drake called out, practically skipping toward his dorm.
Huma smiled faintly and made his way across the quiet campus. The evening air was cool, the sky tinged with fading hues of violet and orange. Students passed by in small groups, laughing, chatting, living out their little pieces of normal.
He walked alone.
It wasn't that he hated people—he just preferred the quiet. The solitude. He'd lived alone in a single campus unit for the past year, and honestly, it suited him. No noise, no questions, no need to pretend. Just space to breathe.
Drake was the only exception to that rule. The only person who truly got him. Through everything—midterms, late-night coding breakdowns, and even the darkest chapter of his life—Drake had been there. When Huma lost his mother, when the world collapsed around him, Drake hadn't run. He showed up. Every day. With dumb jokes, cheap takeout, and that same crazy energy that somehow made grief easier to carry.
He'd been the kind of friend you didn't have to talk to—you could, for hours—but you didn't have to. Just being there was enough.
Huma unlocked his door, tossed his bag on the couch, and exhaled. The silence wrapped around him like a blanket. Familiar. Safe. But hollow.
He moved through his nightly routine on autopilot—boiled some instant noodles, sat cross-legged at his desk with a cheap bowl of dinner, and clicked through a few random videos. Nothing really held his attention, but it kept the silence from getting too loud.
After finishing, he rinsed the bowl, changed into a t-shirt and shorts, and flopped onto the bed. He stared at the ceiling for a moment, eyes heavy.
Lately, he'd been feeling… off. Empty, maybe. Like life had become a long string of days he didn't remember living. His mother's absence left more than silence—it left a void he'd never really filled. School helped. Projects, exams, structure. A reason to wake up.
But some nights—like this one—it wasn't enough.
He pulled the covers over his head, sighed into the pillow, and closed his eyes.
He had no way of knowing that this would be the last peaceful sleep he'd ever have.
Because at dawn, the world would change forever.