Inside & Out Ch 7: Enter Into The White Void, The Coming Of The Sentinel!

(Explain The difference Between a Blue, Red, and Yellow)

(The Truth) 

Have you ever wondered why there is such a difference between the Blues, Reds, and Yellows?

Why Blues are at the bottom, working tirelessly, while Reds stand above them with their strength? Why Yellows are placed even higher, draped in golden robes, regarded as nobility, as royalty?

It all has to do with station.

From the moment of birth, every person is marked—Blue, Red, or Yellow which is indicated by their hair and eyes which share in that color. It is not a choice. It is not something that can be changed. It simply is.

The Blues, the lowest class, are blessed—or cursed, depending on who you ask—with stamina and endurance. They can work for days without tiring, push through hunger, exhaustion, and pain, all so they can fulfill the purpose set before them: to labor, to serve, to maintain the world they live in.

The Reds, one step above them, lack the same unyielding stamina, but what they possess instead is power. Physical strength and reflexes that allow them to move faster, hit harder, react quicker. A single Red can overpower a dozen Blues with ease. They are the warriors, the enforcers, the ones tasked with keeping order.

And then, there are the Yellows.

Unlike the Blues and Reds, they have neither strength nor stamina.

What they have is something greater.

Connection.

A Yellow is born with the ability to connect with the Goddess herself—to hear her, to feel her presence, to speak to her in ways no one else can. They are not simply people; they are conduits, bridges between the divine and the mortal.

For most Yellows, this connection is passive—a whisper, a feeling, a guiding force. But for the most skilled, the most advanced, it is something far more powerful.

Some Yellows can learn to influence the Goddess, subtly nudging her actions, guiding her movements, speaking words that she will unknowingly obey.

But only the eldest, the most trained, can control her for a time.

And then, there are the ones even beyond them.

The Divine Yellows.

The ones who share such a deep, unbreakable bond with the Goddess that they can do more than simply connect with her.

They can empower her.

Grant her abilities beyond her normal limits. Shape her strength, her will, her divinity itself.

These Yellows are rare.

They are the awakened.

They are the Munari.

They are the reason why Yellows are nobility.

Why their bloodline is sacred.

Why, no matter how strong a Red becomes, no matter how resilient a Blue may be, they will never stand at the top.

Because in the history of their people, through all the long years they have lived within the Goddess—not once has a Blue or a Red ever possessed the traits of a Yellow.

Not once has a non-Yellow formed a true connection with her.

This is the truth.

This is reality.

***

(Charlotte)

White.

Endless, unbroken white.

I blinked. Once. Twice.

Where... was I?

The last thing I remembered—I was with Lina. We were walking to work, laughing about her chronic inability to show up on time. Then the kid—the ball—running into the street. And then...

I stopped thinking as I noticed someone standing ahead of me.

A person.

Relief rushed through me, and I stepped forward, about to ask for help, but the second the guy turned to face me, I froze.

He looked... young. A teenager, barely an adult. His clothes were a mess—an old, ripped-up gray shirt and baggy pants, full of tears and grime. On his back, he carried some kind of bulky equipment, almost like a weird, makeshift backpack.

Something about him felt off.

Like I was supposed to know him.

Like I already did.

I wanted to ask if he was okay. He looked like he needed someone to ask him that.

But no words came out.

I was just... drawn to him. And when he locked eyes with me, those striking blue eyes just as shocked as I was—

"Uh, hi..."

It came out weak, barely above a whisper. But before he could respond, before I could even process what was happening, the white void split open.

Both of us turned as the empty space cracked, widening into an opening. A window.

A window to the real world.

My eyes widened. I saw the street. I saw the kid. And I saw the car.

And it was about to hit him.

"Stop!"

Both of us shouted at the same time.

I turned to the guy, heart racing. He was just as frantic as me—but unlike me, his body began to glow. A deep, electric blue light.

Then—

Blink.

The void was gone.

I gasped, staggering as the warmth spread through my chest, flooding my whole body.

I was back on the sidewalk, next to Lina. The street, the buildings, the people—it was all real again. But something was different.

There was screaming.

A horrible, metallic screeching.

I snapped my head forward.

The car—the one that should've crushed the kid—was in pieces.

It looked like it had smashed straight into an invisible wall, metal bent inward, shattered glass everywhere. Right in the center of the wreckage, the kid sat, frozen, crying, his whole body shaking.

Surrounded by a glowing blue force field.

I could barely breathe.

The warmth in my chest pulsed, tingling through my arms, my legs—every part of me.

"Charlotte."

Lina's voice was quiet.

I turned to her, still shaking, still glowing.

Lina stared at me, her brown eyes wide, reflecting the blue light pouring from my skin.

She took a breath, and when she spoke again, her voice was firm.

"Charlotte, you're a Sentinel."

I looked down at my hands.

At the soft, pulsing glow.

At the undeniable proof of what had just happened.

A Sentinel.

I was a Sentinel.

My heart pounded. My fingers trembled.

And for the first time in my life—

I felt chosen.