analyze the following story and tell what is going on and why

Shortly after three o’clock, while Nivor was minding his own business in the place where he lived, all the electrical equipment went off in front of his eyes. Fearing it was a base blackout (which was unlikely, because there were two redundant generators in the basement), he went out and checked. Strangely, the corridor lights were on as usual. It was a metallic noise that drew his attention to his left: he barely had time to notice a figure running away and disappearing down another corridor.
About ten steps away from him, Nivor observed an open plastic panel just above the floor, no larger than a dozen inches.
Not far from there was a screwdriver and an electrician’s pliers. Peeking inside the panel he saw a myriad of cables, but only a few carefully chosen ones had been cut, namely those supplying his small apartment. Nivor closed the panel, but made no attempt to reconnect the wires, not because he didn’t feel capable or was afraid of shocks.
So cold, dark and stormy… or perhaps it is more correct to speak of the storm becoming increasingly intense throughout Atlanta, Nivor lay on the ground in front of the balcony and watched the frequent lightning. There was no other sound but thunder and the rustle of rain.
He began to reflect on all the things that had been happening to him for the past two months. Maybe the others were right to call him a pervert, and up to that point no exceptional talent had emerged in the disciplines that mattered in his world. All he had was a beautiful body, skill in sports… and a certain natural talent. He was not interested in alchemical, technological, or spiritual disciplines. He obtained everything with minimal effort, defying those who, he had to admit, were much more talented than him and went unnoticed.
After all the insults people had thrown at him, he began to insult himself in turn. He convinced himself that he was useless, that he had no purpose, and that the world hated him to death. Wakendos’s words about purpose came back to his mind.
What was his? He realized that he had never asked himself this question, yet if he had done nothing about it, his destiny could not be anything but becoming a jerk, getting drunk and having fun every night, then once he became an adult he would have settled somehow with the party, for example in assembly laboratories, factories or wherever there was work that required a certain physique. In other words, he would have been condemned to a mechanical existence of things he didn’t like, solely to survive. And once dead, no one would have remembered him. He would have done what anyone else could have done. He would have been a simple bolt in a bridge.
He then tried to empathize with those who had treated him so badly and understand why they would have done so. How was it possible that a superficial person, who had never shown love for knowledge or talents of any kind like him, had exclusive privileges, starting with a private place to stay, while the other technicians had to make do with dormitories? Not to mention that most days he didn’t have to do anything at all (diplomatic representatives are rarely used).
Not to mention the sexual issue; The vast majority of boys his age had yet to give their first kiss, and party membership usually made the times rise. Instead, he had already done everything with girls that came to his mind, and his partners…he couldn’t even count them all.
He felt a strange sensation, calm and cold. As if anything he could do…didn’t matter. The beautiful and pleasant things, including eating and sex, seemed gray and sterile to him, as if they had lost all color…in other words, he didn’t want to do anything. Nivor Stullenbird had begun his decline into depression.

Someone knocked on his door but he didn’t get up to open it. The door was slightly ajar and the person outside came in. A not very tall girl, a little chubby and in a technician’s jumpsuit. It was Liadra.
With the lights off, the only thing he could see was an unidentified boulder at the foot of the balcony.
“Nivor… Are you here?”
“Hello Liadra,” he said flatly.
“Hey Nivor, what are you doing in this darkness…” She went to press the light switch, but nothing happened. She repeated the process two or three more times without success. “What’s wrong with the lights? Did they burn out?”
“Someone sabotaged my power. I should have expected it.”
The girl quickly realized that something was wrong with Nivor. His tone of voice was strangely cold. Almost as cold as his brother’s.
“You seem…strange. Are you okay?”
“No. But don’t worry. Can I do something for you?”
For a moment Liadra seemed to want to investigate, but she could not contain the anger she had inside. “Those damn!” she screamed.
“Earlier, when I returned to the dormitory… someone or something wrote “slut” on my bed.”
“I see. I’m sorry.”
The girl skipped over Nivor’s oddities. “Listen, don’t you have some spare blankets to lend me?”
“Check the closet on your right, I should have an extra one.”
Luckily, technicians like Liadra always carry an LED flashlight in their back pocket. After turning it on, she opened the door to Nivor’s closet. It was relatively neat, at least on the top floors: on the floor there was an umbrella, racquets, weights, and other sports stuff, in the middle there was a box with hardware and computer parts, with a first aid kit on the side. On top were clothes that Nivor used little and on the last shelf was a white blanket with blue flowers.
The girl stood on tiptoe and stretched her arms to the maximum, but in the end the blanket fell on her anyway. It was really heavy, almost a duvet. As she tried to fold it, she glanced at Nivor out of the corner of her eye, who had not moved a millimeter.
“Are…are you alright?” she asked as she fumbled with the blanket.
“No”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“No”
Liadra placed the blanket on Nivor’s coffee table and then approached the balcony.
Nivor was lying on the ground with his back to the glass.
“Let me guess. They treated you badly, right?” she asked as she squatted down.
“Yeah.”
“Probably won’t matter to you, but it’s happening to me too. My friends, who until recently were sluts, suddenly woke up as puritans.” Liadra withheld part of the conversation: She didn’t want to tell Nivor that some of her bullying was caused simply by knowing him.
“The blanket issue is just the latest in a series of usurpations.”
“Okay,” Nivor said without looking up.
“If I were to use an expression dear to my aunt, it would be the elephant in the living room. Do you know what that means?”
“No.”
“It means that there is a prickly and embarrassing issue under everyone’s eyes but no one wants to talk about it. Dalen’s death has changed the game, Niv.”
“Could you not talk about her, please?” he begged in a pained voice.
Finally, the girl sighed. “What I’m trying to make you understand… is that things are also going badly for me. I’m amazed that a guy with a strong character like yours has already given up.”
“I’d wonder too if I were you.”
“Nivor…” said the girl, all serious. “What do you think is the reason these terrible things are happening to us?”
An off-screen voice replied. A woman who had been listening to the conversation outside the door.
“It’s because the balance has been broken, dear Auntie.”
Both turned around. There was a woman incredibly similar to Liadra but with twice her age. Finally, Kaijha Tloss had arrived in Atlanta, but not before the storm had broken her umbrella and soaked everything she had on: The rain had become so violent that even taxis were not running.
“Aunt! What are you doing here?” said the niece, quickly turning her expression into a smile.
“Tomorrow afternoon I have a conference in Ragdoll. I took the opportunity to see how my niece is doing.”
For an instant, the place was illuminated by a bluish light and a little later, a thunder shook the whole building.
“It’s a really nice surprise to see you here, Aunt.”
“Unfortunately, it seems that things here are worse than I had imagined.”
“You know, Auntie, someone has written…,” she was interrupted by the adult. “The superintendent already told me what happened.”
The place was dark, so the two couldn’t see Liadra’s aunt’s expression, but she was visibly terrified.
“Nivor, since this is your place, can we all sit down at the coffee table? I need to talk to you. It’s important.”
“Okay.”
The kids got up, while the adult was already seated. Nivor and Liadra sat side by side and Kaijha sat across from her niece.
Just before they settled down, they heard the rain get even heavier, and another thunder followed a few moments later.
Aunt and niece looked intently into each other’s eyes.
“When you were little, your mother and I always told you that you had two moms, me and her. Do you remember?”
“Aunt… could you avoid saying certain things in front of Nivor?”
On the other hand, he seemed lost in his world.
“Don’t be afraid to appear less womanly; there’s nothing wrong with that. So I swore to treat you like a daughter. I never wanted your bad.”
“Are you going to ask me something painful, Auntie?”
“I’d like you to come with me. With your friend if you want, he has many more problems than you. Before coming up here, I spoke with such Wakendos and Woltk, they fully agree.”
“You want us to attend one of your conferences or something, Aunt?”
“I mean to take you as far away from here as possible and make you stay.”
“So it’s a transfer!” she exclaimed, her voice transmitting all her indignation.
“No. It’s an evacuation.” Liadra didn’t like that word at all.
“A what? And for what!?”
“Listen, you’re not children anymore. It’s right that you know. You’re in danger here, and for your safety, the sooner you leave this place, the better.”
“Aunt… has there been some kind of alchemical disaster? Like twenty-five years ago?”
“No, nothing like that. It’s a totally human danger.”
“Can you explain better?” the niece yelled.
Kaijha turned her gaze to Nivor. “Listen, boy, you and I have never met before, but from what I’ve heard about you, I’m pretty sure you’re not involved in this story. So I ask you, and I beg you to answer me truthfully, do you have any information about your brother?”
“I don’t know,” he replied. “He and I don’t talk much. He spends all his time in the basement with his friends. He can go there if he’s looking for him.”
“Nivor has seen better days,” Liadra said, trying to recover the comical side of the situation.
“Listen, Liadra, you’ve always been a smart girl. Some things are hard to explain to someone who doesn’t know the human alchemical structure, but you must have noticed for sure that something’s wrong.”
At that moment, the girl thought of the bullying she and Nivor were experiencing, the party laws becoming tighter, the extraordinary technological leap forward, the country fairs being canceled one after another, and the fact that everyone was behaving strangely.
“I don’t know what you mean, Aunt.”
“The course of events has changed. You got that, right?”
The girl, although confused, nodded. “I was talking about it earlier with Nivor. A tragedy has changed the game.”
“Summing up, a certain force is becoming more and more powerful. A force that comes from Nivor’s brother and his friends.”
Throughout the building, they heard a dull rumble. To inexperienced ears, it could have sounded like thunder. But it was not.
“Rather take them away!”
“There are others, I fear. This morning I read a poster for the Darkblue.”
Nivor looked up. He had already heard that word.
“Who are these Darkblue?” asked Liadra.
“They were born from the fusion of what was once known as the “extremist movement” and here we find Aedostul, Nivor’s brother and the anti-sex league led by two girls who constantly cause problems for alchemists. Michelle Suzanne Dob and Jancamille Daijchean.”
“And so?”
“It’s a deadly combination. There have never been precedents for something so scary.”
“Aykol is among them,” Nivor muttered, still looking down. “I saw him today in the cafeteria. It wasn’t a good encounter.”
“Aykol?” repeated Liadra hysterically.
“He’s always been strange, in the sense that he lives in his own world. What has changed in the meantime?”
“I don’t know. But he was cold and confident, like he’d suddenly gained power,” Nivor replied.
“It doesn’t surprise me at all. You see, guys, the situation has turned upside down and those who once were popular and happy should be careful of what once was taken for granted and familiar. Humanist alchemists are on high alert, myself included.”
For the first time in that conversation, Nivor looked up, but didn’t dare look the woman in the eyes. “You know, I’ve been feeling weird for a while.”
“Weird how?” she asked warily.
“Like the new loser is me. But this is nothing, the things I used to like have become boring, purposeless. The world feels gray and colorless. Inside me, I feel a great calm, an emptiness that’s the only thing that makes me feel good.”
“My dear boy,” she replied in a very sad way. “You just described depression. It couldn’t have happened at a worse time, given the situation. I’ll have to ask you again, guys. Come away with me, away from here.”
“To go where?” Nivor asked calmly. “If the world is really screwed, no place is safe, right?”
The alchemist breathed very calmly: Nivor was absolutely right.
“If you hurry to pack, you can take the train with me. Most have been cancelled due to bad weather.”
“I’m staying with Nivor,” the niece replied. “Unity is strength and I don’t intend to leave him in these conditions with those bastards.”
“You’re kind, Lid, but you should go with your aunt.”
“Only if you come too.”
“I’m not in a position to do that.”
“Then I’ll stay here.”
“You’re behaving like children!” Kaijha screamed. “The threat here is very real and by the time you regret staying, it’ll be too late.”
“It may be, but Nivor is my friend.”
At that point, the woman, after taking a deep breath, took her purse and placed it on the coffee table. She rummaged a bit inside and pulled out two hefty bundles of money.
“Have you gone mad, Auntie?” was Liadra’s reaction when the woman handed her one. Nivor didn’t even notice.
"I won’t accept any refusal