The morning sun cast a warm glow over the city as Alaric made his way to school. The day seemed unusually calm, but beneath the surface, there was a growing tension that neither he nor anyone else could fully understand. The red cross around his neck, a gift from his mother, helped suppress his aura, a precaution that kept his true nature hidden from prying eyes.
As Alaric walked through the bustling streets, he was greeted by the usual sights and sounds of the city. The vibrant energy of students heading to school, the chatter of vendors setting up their stalls, and the distant hum of traffic created a backdrop of normalcy. Yet, for Alaric, everything felt slightly muted, as if a layer of his reality had been shifted.
