Author's Note

The Hollow One

Alright, folks, strap in. Or don't. Honestly, at this point, I've got nothing. Zero. Zip. Zilch. My brain has officially decided to go on strike, claiming "unreasonable working conditions" (read: my return to college). So if you're looking for a meticulously crafted narrative with every plot point neatly tied up like a perfectly wrapped Christmas present, you've come to the wrong Hollow One. This chapter? Yeah, it's just a raw, unfiltered brain dump. You've got a baby who thinks he's a tiny, indestructible wrecking ball, a doctor who communicates exclusively in passive-aggressive written notes, and a main character who's pretty sure everyone's talking smack about him because he sneezed. Oh, and apparently, my characters have decided to hold spontaneous bare-knuckle brawls in their offices. Because why not? Cohesion is so last semester. So, if you thought the last chapters were a wild ride, prepare for... well, whatever this is. It's either genius or me flailing wildly. Probably the latter. But hey, at least it's something, right? Catch you in the next one (eventually, when I'm not drowning in textbooks and instant ramen). In the meantime, enjoy the chaos! P.S. I'll try to pop out around 1 or 2 chapters no promises tho.