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Sunny.

The weather today was sweltering hot. Loose clothing hung on everyone’s frame and unbuttoned shirts were the norm. Teachers didn’t say a word about unkempt appearances, as they were the same. The AC has broken again. 

The teachers droned on and on about things learned the year before. The boy had tuned it out like usual. It was his last week here anyway. His only thought was being able to take a short nap without the teacher noticing. A cool breeze drifted from the window, making his eyes grow heavier. He let his head fall into a comfortable position on his desk and breathed silently. The warmth of the sun shined through the open window as he closed his eyes. 

A shrill voice and heavy thump caused him to shoot up from his desk.

“@#$%, since you didn’t hear me the first time, come to the board and answer this question,” the teacher’s voice sounded.

The boy was startled by the sound and his drowsy gaze slowly made its way to his teacher who carried a heavy book in his hand. He blinked very slowly, as if in a daze, and murmured, “Six?” His voice was clear despite his sleepy appearance, although a bit confused. The teacher paused slightly, surprised. “Your answer is correct, @#$%,” the teacher admitted. He threw a piece of chalk at him in exasperation and said, “Pay attention,” before continuing the lesson, making sharp lines appear on the chalkboard. The boy sighed. He propped his head on his hand, shut his eyes, and dozed off again.

Time passed quicker than the boy realized. He now found himself trailing behind the other students on their way to PE. Unfortunately, it was not a class he could be idle in like the others. He stretches his body and warms up because it is time for their class's weekly jog. As one of the more athletic students, he doesn’t take long to finish, but he stands in place for a while, feeling the cool air pass him as student after student whizzes by. Three laps weren’t easy in this heat, so he likes to take his time.

The sun glared, and another wave of heat swept through the track. The few students still running groaned. Meanwhile, he sits blissfully under the protection of the heated bleachers with a novel in hand.

As the sound of chatter from his classmates got louder, the boy knew it was time to go inside. 

The boy got up with his novel and walked where the other students were, blending into the crowd. 

It’s time to head home. The last bell rang as students began to pack up their belongings. The boy stayed sitting in his chair, gazing out the window. 

It was colder now, the sun hid behind the clouds and the sky grew darker. The boy finally packed his stuff into his bag when he saw the last student leave the classroom. 

But that’s when something strange happened. 

The world around him began to change, bringing on a strange silence. Everything was enveloped in a bright whiteness, so white, that the boy felt he would go blind from staring too long. He blinked his tearful eyes in confusion.

Suddenly, an object fell right in front of his feet with a thud. His eyes were able to mercifully adjust enough to see what the object was.

It was a book?

A very annoying book.

The boy furrowed his eyebrows as he reached for the stupid thing. He just finished this frustrating novel earlier.

He only bought it from the nearby convenience store because it was marketed to be a murder mystery about two partners in crime, Nin and Noel, solving the seemingly random string of murders after his friend was killed, but it turned out to be something completely different.

The trash is where it ended up after its true nature was made prevalent.

It was about the famous “cold beauty” Nin, finding out he was the lost son of the chair(wo)man of a multi-million dollar company after his friend was hospitalized in the same hospital as his father. Growing up with no family himself, he was ecstatic at the chance to finally have a family, but quickly figured out that the couple had adopted another son to groom as their heir. His name was Pas.

Obviously, Pas hated Nin’s existence.

The two fought fiercely for the empty position their mother had left after retirement. With the help of Noel, Nin destroyed Pas and became chairman. Noel was also set to inherit a company on the same level as Noel’s, and when he did, they announced their relationship to the world, married, had kids, and died of old age. 

This story was set in the omegaverse hence the name “The Omega Killer.”

The boy wasn’t even put off by the unexpected homosexuality present in the chapters. He was just disappointed that the promised plot was barely there. There were no clues as to who the killer was and the author seemed to completely forget about this killer after Nin became rich. It wasn’t until Pas was defeated that the author gave a brief explanation of the serial killer being caught by Nin and Noel in their flashback.

The boy didn’t even bother to read it.

“But why was it here? Where am I?” the boy questioned. He threw the book to the side and sat on the floor with his head thrown back. In the distance, he could see a red button. The boy scrambled back to his feet and vaulted upwards, stopping midair. He drifted until he reached the red button, then he pressed it. As soon as he pushed down, suddenly, gravity made its presence known and the boy fell to the ground, into unconsciousness.