Zero Point: The Immortal's Rebirth
ARC I - The Vanishing
January 1, 2037 – Château de Chillon, Montreux, Switzerland
Kenzo’s body felt heavy, weak, and freezing.
His mind was a swirling mess of confusion and pain. His last memory was of Lucifer forcing that cursed energy down his throat—a darkness so overwhelming it had consumed him entirely.
Lying on the cold, stone floor of the abandoned castle.
His chest heaved with sharp breaths as he tried to push himself up, his muscles aching as if he had just survived a beating.
His head throbbed. His body felt… different.
He checked his watch—22:46.
Kenzo Fujiwara(23 year's old)
*Kenzo blinked.*
Kenzo Fujiwara(23 year's old)
(Panting, trying to process everything) "Was… was that a dream?
Kenzo Fujiwara(23 year's old)
(Everything felt so real.)
The abyss. The weight of Lucifer’s power. The pain.
He swallowed hard, the memory of that searing agony still fresh in his mind.
Kenzo Fujiwara(23 year's old)
(No—it wasn’t a dream.)
Something had happened to him.
Kenzo Fujiwara(23 year's old)
*His breathing hitched as panic clawed at his chest.*
Kenzo Fujiwara(23 year's old)
(Frantic, shaking his head) "Shit… my family—they must be worried sick!
Ignoring the pain in his body, he staggered to his feet and rushed out of the castle.
Kenzo ran through the snowy trails, his boots crunching against the ice as he made his way back to the family’s rented cabin.
But as he neared the location—his footsteps slowed.
Kenzo Fujiwara(23 year's old)
(Something was wrong.)
Kenzo Fujiwara(23 year's old)
*His stomach twisted.*
The clearing where it should have been was empty, untouched as if no one had ever been there.
Kenzo Fujiwara(23 year's old)
*His chest tightened.*
Kenzo Fujiwara(23 year's old)
(Breathing heavily, whispering to himself) "No… no, this isn’t right. We stayed here. It was right here.
He searched frantically, looking for anything—any sign that his family had been here.
No footprints in the snow.
It was as if they had never existed.
His hands shook as he pulled out his phone, quickly dialing his father’s number.
His sister. Straight to voicemail.
Kenzo’s breath came in short gasps.
His pulse pounded in his ears as he tried calling again.
Kenzo Fujiwara(23 year's old)
*A creeping horror settled into his bones.*
Kenzo Fujiwara(23 year's old)
(Voice trembling, whispering to himself) "Where… where is everyone?
Kenzo Fujiwara(23 year's old)
*His breath turned ragged.*
Kenzo Fujiwara(23 year's old)
*The realization hit him like a bullet to the chest.*
It felt like they had been erased.
January 2, 2037 – Osaka, Japan
Location: Osaka Itami Airport
Kenzo barely remembered the flight home.
His thoughts were a chaotic blur, his hands trembling as he clenched his fists in his lap.
The airplane seat felt cold, suffocating, as if he was a stranger in a world that was no longer his.
As soon as the flight landed, he rushed out of the airport, hailing a taxi to his house.
The entire ride, his mind kept repeating the same thought.
Kenzo Fujiwara(23 year's old)
("They’ll be there. It’s just some mistake. They’ll be waiting for me.")
But as the taxi pulled up to his neighborhood, his stomach sank further.
The house stood exactly as he had left it.
Kenzo shakily stepped out of the car, his heart hammering in his chest.
He ran up the front steps, fumbling for his keys as he unlocked the door.
And then—his world shattered.
Kenzo stepped inside, his breath caught in his throat.
No shoes at the entrance.
No sign that his parents and sister had ever lived here.
Kenzo Fujiwara(23 year's old)
*He staggered backward, his mind screaming in denial.*
Kenzo Fujiwara(23 year's old)
(Shaking, whispering) "No… no, this isn’t real.
Kenzo Fujiwara(23 year's old)
*He rushed into the living room.*
No family portraits on the walls.
The kitchen cabinets were stocked—but with none of his mother’s favorite ingredients.
His sister’s room was completely empty.
His parents’ bedroom had no trace of them.
Even his own childhood pictures were gone.
Like they had never existed.
Kenzo Fujiwara(23 year's old)
*Kenzo collapsed onto the floor, his hands clutching his hair.*
His entire family had vanished from existence.
Kenzo desperately searched for answers.
He checked public records.
His parents weren’t listed anywhere.
His sister’s birth records were gone.
Even his university database showed no history of them.
Then, he turned on the TV.
A news report flashed across the screen.
Reporter
"Mass Disappearance at Osaka University—95% of Students and Professors Reported Missing.
Kenzo Fujiwara(23 year's old)
*Kenzo froze.*
The news anchor spoke with urgency, detailing how an unexplained event had erased nearly the entire student population of Osaka University.
The camera showed families crying, demanding answers.
And then, the realization hit him.
It wasn’t just his family.
It was his classmates. His professors.
It was as if the universe had plucked them out of existence.
Kenzo’s body shook violently.
Kenzo Fujiwara(23 year's old)
(What had Lucifer done?)
Kenzo Fujiwara(23 year's old)
*Kenzo turned, his hands clenching into fists.*
Kenzo Fujiwara(23 year's old)
*Slowly, he opened the door.*
Standing there—were the police.
The officers sat across from Kenzo in his empty home, their expressions tight with suspicion.
One detective, flipping through his notebook, sighed.
Detective
Mr. Fujiwara, you’re one of the few students from Osaka University who wasn’t among the disappeared. Can you recall anything unusual before the incident?
What could he say? That a literal demon had erased his family from existence?
That he had been cursed in a castle beyond time?
Kenzo Fujiwara(23 year's old)
(Low voice, hollow tone) "It… it was Lucifer. I met him in Switzerland. I—I don’t know how, but… he did something to me.
Detective
*The detectives exchanged uneasy glances.*
One of them closed his notebook.
Detective
(Gently, but firm) "Kenzo, are you sure you’re feeling alright? Maybe… you need some time to process everything. Stress can do strange things to memory.
Kenzo’s last hope shattered.
And in the following days—
Every remaining student who survived… mysteriously died.
Osaka University shut down.
And Kenzo Fujiwara—was truly alone.
January 5, 2037 – The Hollow Days Begin
The days blurred together.
Kenzo sat in his empty house, staring at the wall, unmoving.
His mind replayed everything over and over.
At first, he tried to rationalize it.
Kenzo Fujiwara(23 year's old)
(Maybe this was some sick hallucination.)
Kenzo Fujiwara(23 year's old)
*He slapped himself*
Kenzo Fujiwara(23 year's old)
*He held his breath until he blacked out.*
When he woke up—everything was the same.
The silence in the house was suffocating.
The house was a corpse, and he was the ghost haunting it.
Days passed, but his body felt no different.
He couldn’t even feel hunger anymore.
It was like his body was no longer human.
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