His Eyes Found Me

A figure emerged from the darkness. He wore a white shirt tucked into black pants, a crimson trench coat billowing around him. His jet-black hair framed his sharp features, and his fingers were adorned with rings. A chain glinted at his neck, and a single earring caught the dim light. Without hesitation, he lunged.

His fist collided with the entity—solid and forceful—shattering its grip on Jiya in a surge of power. Without pausing, he caught her in his arm, pulling her close. Kicking against the weightless abyss, he surged upward, dragging her from the clutches of the dark.

Then, he swam toward Jiya, gripping her firmly with one arm. Kicking off against the force beneath them.

Breaking the surface, he hurled Jiya out of the cursed chamber, her body landing on the corridor floor with a soft thud.

Then, without hesitation, he turned and dove back in.

The battle that followed was brutal in its beauty. The entity screamed, lashing out with claws of pure malice, but the stranger moved with controlled fury. Blow after blow, he drove the shadow into retreat. With a final, devastating strike, he silenced its rage—at least for now.

He emerged from the room, breath steady, eyes blazing. Silently, he shut the gate and began sealing it—retying the frayed red threads, pressing aged talismans back into place, whispering a language lost to time.

Only then did he approach her.

He slowly stepped towards Jiya. She lay motionless. He sits beside her, pressing two fingers to her pulse. No heartbeat. His gaze darkened as he examined her neck. The wound left by the entity had turned into an inky scar.

Acting swiftly, he began administering CPR—his movements precise, controlled—but Jiya didn’t stir.

His brows furrowed. Placing one hand gently against her forehead, he murmured an ancient incantation beneath his breath. A pale light glowed between his fingers. In that moment, glimpses of her life flooded his mind—her laughter, fears, her determination, and the weight of what she carried.

Satisfied she hadn’t been fully claimed by the dark, he turned his attention to Fa. The entity’s remnants still lingered behind her lifeless gaze. With a swift gesture, he touched the centre of her forehead. Her body trembled, and the fog clouding her soul lifted, realigning the thread of her essence.

Without a word, he lifted both girls effortlessly into his arms and carried them away from that cursed room—back to the very point where their descent into darkness had begun.

He laid them down carefully on the corridor floor. One by one, he slid their skates back onto their feet, dried their clothes with a whisper of heat, and gathered their scattered belongings. Then, he knelt by Jiya once more.

One last attempt.

He pressed his hand firmly against her chest, closed his eyes, and breathed power—ancient and unseen—into her body.

A final flicker of light passed between them… and then, like a fading echo, he disappeared into the shadows.

Moments later, Fa stirred.

She blinked, dazed, rubbing her eyes before glancing at her watch. 4:30 AM.

Her eyes widened. Panic surged.

She turned to Jiya, whose breath was shallow but present. Gently shaking her awake, she whispered with urgency.

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Fa – “Jiya, wake up! We’re late!”

Jiya stirred, her voice hoarse, body heavy.

Jiya (weakly) – “Late? What do you mean? We haven’t even finished exploring yet…”

Fa – “Forget the exploration! We seriously need to hurry!”

Jiya – “Why? What’s going on?”

Fa – “It’s already half past four!”

Jiya – “What?! How did we fall asleep in the middle of our exploration?”

Fa – “We must’ve been more exhausted than we thought. No time to think—we’ve got to move!”

Jiya – “Grab our stuff. Let’s go!”

They scrambled to pack their belongings, stuffing everything into their bags in hurried silence. As they neared the entrance, footsteps echoed—guards were arriving for early morning cleaning.

Fa – “Guards!”

The two ducked behind a stone pillar, holding their breath as the sound of heavy boots passed by, just inches away. The air was thick with tension until the footsteps faded.

Reaching the boundary wall, Jiya spotted something that made her exhale in relief.

Jiya – “Fa, look—the foldable stairs are still here. No one’s found them!”

Fa – “Less talking, more running! Go, go!”

They climbed the wall quickly, folded the stairs in record time, and sprinted across the open grounds toward their dormitory. Once beneath their window, they exchanged frantic looks before signaling upward.

A moment later, Jane’s sleepy face appeared at the window, blinking against the early light.

Jane – yawning “Seriously? At this hour?”

Without waiting for an answer, she tossed down the rope ladder.

Jiya and Fa gripped it tightly and scrambled up, slipping through the window just as the first light of dawn began to break over the horizon.

Inside, they collapsed onto the floor, hearts racing, clothes damp, and bodies aching.

Jiya finally exhaled, her voice barely a whisper.

Jiya – “We made it… out of that nightmare.”

Jiya – “Riya, did you erase all traces of us from the university records?”

Riya sat hunched over her laptop, eyes fixed on the screen, glasses sliding down her nose, hair tied in a messy bun. She didn’t even glance up.

Riya – “Yeah, almost done. Just cleaning up the last few logs.”

Jiya yawned, dragging her feet toward the bed.

Jiya – “Alright. Take your time. I’m going to sleep till then.”

Just as she reached the edge of the bed, a sharp ding echoed through the room—an announcement flashed across her phone screen.

Message: “All students, kindly gather at the auditorium in proper uniform.”

Jiya groaned and flopped face-first onto the mattress.

Jiya – “Ughhh! I just want to sleep! Why won’t they let me?!"

The rest of the girls burst into laughter, amused by her misery.

Jane – “Come on, drama queen. We should probably get ready first!”

Within seconds, the room turned into a whirlwind of motion and laughter as everyone scrambled to change.

One by one, they slipped into their uniforms:

* Jane wore a green-checkered, buttoned bodycon dress paired with a black blazer trimmed with golden details. Her hair flowed freely.

* Fa chose a green checkered shirt, black pants, and the same black blazer with golden accents. Her hair was in a ponytail.

* Riya sported a green checkered shirt tucked into a black pleated skirt, the same black blazer layered over, and hair in a bun.

* Jiya buttoned up her green checkered shirt, paired it with high-waisted black pants, and threw on her waist-cut black blazer edged with golden detailing. She pinned half her hair back, leaving the rest loose.

Together, the girls made their way to the auditorium.

The hall buzzed with restless energy—students and professors filled every row, conversations clashing like crashing waves. Questions whispered from seat to seat:

“Why were we called here so suddenly?”

“Did something happen?”

“Is it about the abandoned building?”

Then, silence swept through the crowd as a man in a simple charcoal suit entered the stage. His expression was unreadable, eyes sharp beneath his silver-framed glasses.

Professor James.