Occulus: Tale of the First Blood Witch

Chapter 9

Trent didn't realize that he had been spending several hours in the University Library. He had changed his drawing several times. Currently, he was coloring his sketch using watercolor. Honestly, he preferred being alone and having time for himself. Having too many friends was too complicated for him. Besides, he wasn't sure if they would truly understand him. It was natural for people to be judgmental, especially when others were different or didn't fit their personal standards. He managed to finish his drawing before the librarian informed him that the University Library was closing.

Time seemed to pass quickly in this dimension. He quickly organized his belongings before leaving. He was greeted by the fiery colors of orange and red in the sky, as if there was a fire burning wherever he looked. As the sun set, the powers of the members of the Covenant of the Creeping Ravine grew stronger in the world of the ordinary. He headed towards the men's dormitory, passing by some booths and students enjoying various activities there. He had no interest in whatever was happening there, so he kept walking and went straight to his destination. His room was on the fourth floor. Lander wasn't inside when he entered. He guessed that Lander was also at the booths like the others. He placed his bag next to his study table and left the room again to buy something to eat. He went to the cafeteria and quickly placed an order. As he was about to leave, he decided to get a drink from the vending machine. While choosing, he felt a familiar presence, causing him to look around. He saw Hunter with his friend Nico. Hunter lined up while his friend looked for a seat.

"You," he called out to him. Hunter turned and his eyes widened when he saw him. He blinked rapidly, seemingly unable to believe that he was being spoken to. "Perhaps that would be my reaction too if a stranger suddenly started talking to me," Trent thought.

"Uhm, hello," Hunter awkwardly greeted. He didn't say anything, but instead went back to the vending machine and grabbed a bottled juice. He approached Hunter before pouring the small body bag he was carrying. He took out an extra pass for the School of Architecture's victory party later.

"Here," Trent said. Hunter unconsciously stared at what Trent was holding. He then glanced at Trent when he cleared his throat. Hunter finally took and examined it. His eyes widened as he finally realized what had been given to him. "Go," Trent instructed.

"Why are you giving this to me?" he asked. Trent simply smiled.

"And why not?" Trent asked back before finally leaving. Honestly, Trent didn't have anyone else to give that pass to, so it didn't bother them. Trent returned to the men's dormitory, contemplating whether they should attend their school's Victory Party.

But Trent was certain that Hayden would be there...

And Trent wanted to see him...

Even if all he could do is to watch him from afar.

Trent nodded to himself, determined to go to the Victory Party.

They chose a bar as the venue for the Victory Party. I wasn't surprised because it seemed like the kind of place my classmates would like. I saw one of the third-year students checking the passes of everyone who wanted to enter. I was about to take out mine when the guard said, "No need. I know you. You can go in."

"Uhm, thank you," Hunter replied, uncertain of the sudden act of kindness Trent just shrugged and went inside, greeted by loud music. He automatically hated he noise and began to regret coming. He saw Hayden at one of the tables, accompanied by other members of the University Soccer Team.

"Look who's here to celebrate with us," a voice said, prompting Trent to turn and look. Glen, another member of the Soccer Team and their classmate, he nodded in acknowledgment. "It's good that you decided to join us."