when i think back to that day, i just wonder 'was there anything that could've clued me into what happened to me' because i personally refuse to believe something like that could happen with no warning, 'was there a smell in the air?' no, not really, its funny, when you remember a room you've been in thousands of times, you stop remembering the smell, and that's why i know there was no weird smell, though, the air was a bit heavier, though honestly, that might've just been because it was hot out. so hot i was practically sweating my tits off

it was in the middle of my last class of the day, luckily it was in a small college campus, community, god knows i couldn't afford a better one, anyways, the campus was half empty, or so i was told after 'could i have escaped' i stopped thinking about that hypothetical very fast.

no, first off, i was in the room as the initial gateway, second, it was about the size of the entire classroom, third, it was like a explosion, 

...

i opened my eyes, my ears screaming shrilly from the loud pop and then bang that followed, my skin still burned from the excruciating heat, i tried to take a breath but the air tasted like sulfur, no, worse even, like rotten meat, with the inhale i could feel my lungs burn, like the flesh was being torn away, in response, i went into a coughing fit, each cough worse than the last, my strength being sapped, this went on for a few minuets, until i couldn't cough anymore, to weak to

"so... this is how i die...? in a damn..." i took a quick look around the space, which wasn't my classroom "a... a damn... mall...? a closed one?" at that moment it finally hit me, why the air burned, why i wasn't it class

"a damn malice field... of course... I'm one of the... unlucky ones..."

around twenty years ago, these super human people calling themselves "exorcists" came out of the shadows, apparently they decided to do this because the hauntings were popping up to frequently to cover them up. one famously went on the air telling us that all those "system" novels and comics, those were all written by exorcists who didn't make it in the field, so they became writers, using their powers as a plot device, if anything it let a lot of people become in the know about how their awakening powers worked. anyways, malice fields are a large scale haunting, creating a subspace instead of just taking over a small space

i heard a growl from a few feet away, snapping out of my stupor i looked in the direction, finding a monster staring at me, its skin was rotting, melting even, its teeth exposed

'oh mother fucker' i thought to myself, unable to speak, even if i could've, a second later i wouldn't, mainly because the creature leaped on me and bit into my neck, causing me to bleed from the mouth and scream in pain

...

'why did i do what i did' well the answer to that hypothetical was obvious in hindsight, instinct and the want to survive that living nightmare

...

seeing red and black, i bit back into the creatures neck, its flesh tasted slaty, like preserved salami, despite its rotted look, i had no time to spit it out, so i swallowed, viscous black blood poured from its wound, and i bit into it again, this time it was the one who screamed in pain, i wasn't sure what got into me, but i started smiling, i would rip and tear into its flesh with my mouth

...

looking back on it, that's what kept me alive, the adrenaline and the black blood, i only learned later they made miasma resistor potions from the blood, so that kept me alive until i killed it, but after? that was because of my awakening

...

it felt like hours, but it was probably ten minuets, i was bleeding, and sitting on top of a dead monster, my stomach hurt from the meat, but before i passed out i heard a voice, it was mechanical, it was described to me so many times i knew what was happening, and soo, i could feel the anemia leaving and my wound close

[you have survived a huge crisis! and through this even-]

i waited for it to finish, but whhen it started speaking after the sudden cutoff it sounded glitchy and wrong somehow, and then the text appeared in front of me

[ERROR miasma has damaged the awakeneds core! ERROR awakend power has been altered by a unknown force ERROR, awakened powers have changed from <*^&(()&^&%%^#> to ERROR interferes with all powers received due to awakening, all powers gained will be-]

"w-wha-"

[username: --------]

'my username? i knew i had to choose one but... what was all that about?... who cares! i might die if i dont hurry!' "rose!"

[welcome <&*^$> ERROR miasma corrupted username process ERROR username forcefully altered]

[welcome you will receive {4} awakening abilities, confirm?]

'somethings... really wrong...' "confirm" after my voice rang out four pop ups appeared before me 

[Necronomicon: gives access to information of all and undead types and gives easier control of all powers to the user] (can enhance)

[raise servant: take a corpse and give it the modifier to allowing the user to control the raised dead {current amount of undead risen: 0/2}] (can enhance)

[graveyard: your soul contains tombstones of and risen dead, letting you store them in your soul, a tombstone will be added to the graveyard whenever a is added to [raise servant], whenever a is risen, you may inscribe its name on a empty tombstone {current tombstone count: 0/1}] (can enhance)

[miasma absorption: you may enhance your powers, and gain new ones, though the unique method of absorbing the miasma of catalyst ghosts, unlike the usual method of training or consuming refined essence or artifacts (not everything is worth the same value, remember this well...) {current amount absorbed 0/10}]