Goldie wakes up in the ruins of a nightclub, with his mind empty. Amidst his confusion, he discovers that he has strange powers that are desired by the police and the government. He can only rely on his instincts as he maneuvers himself into many confusing situations. In his pursuit of self-discovery, he comes across a crime boss and a curious medicine student. Each of them gives their own efforts into solving the many mysteries that came with Goldie's existence, while also hiding from the authorities. They all come to realize that they are taking part in something much bigger than themselves and everyone else.
View MoreāA broken hip or two is nothing compared to what is happening to meā Katcha rationalizes to herself as she led Goldie through the narrow hallway of her dormitory building. āI canāt believe Iād even think about that.ā āNo, if she just trusted me, her chair wouldnāt have broken.ā āI could have talked my way out of it. My lie sounded solid, right?ā āGoldie can barely talk. He wouldāve been sent out of the dorm after she asked him about his major.ā āI could have said he was mute, or maybe he was a foreign exchange student. ā āBut itās all over now. Her hip should be the least of my worriesā āIronic coming from a med studentā Katcha sighs as she stops in front of her dorm room. She pats the sides of her hips, feeling for a pocket and a lump where she expected her keys to be, but she realizes that she is still in a dress, one that she wore while she watched Charlotte spit out blood. Why her dress remained pristine was beyond her, though it hardly mattered to her anymore. There were
'Goldie?' The name fails to leave Katcha's lips as she catches him bringing his index finger up to his lips. Unblinking, her eyes follow his index finger move to her shoulder, and tap the sling of her backpack. With furrowed brows, she assumes that he was asking for her bag, so she reluctantly slides it off her shoulders and hands it over to him. He zips it open and rummages through it for a moment. Not long after, he pulls out her phone, picking it up with his index finger and his thumb, while the rest of his fingers stick out awkwardly. He brings it close to his face and looks at it with a curious glint in his eyes as he rotates the phone. āWhat?ā Katcha beckons him. Goldie changes his grip on the phone, now grasping it with his whole hand tightly. The phoneās screen splits and cracks, earning a gasp from Katcha, She lets out a cry as she sees the device getting crushed and crunching in his hand. She lunges at him and grips his arm, eyes wide and desperate to salvage what was l
Katcha stares at her senior being wheeled into an ambulance, her head is lulling to the side as her eyes slowly roll upwards to the back of her head. Her bloody hand held those of her parents. Her jaw shook as her mouth tries to form words, but could only come up with more blood streaming down her lips. People began to gather around the building, murmuring amongst themselves about Charlotteās condition, and how something like this could happen. The shooter has been long apprehended and came out of the building with his head low, the police keeping a tight hold on him. In the crowd, Katcha notices a face spectating as well, and his eyes were set on the shooter. She meets his eyes and catches him slowly disappear into the sea of people. Her half hooded eyes soon widened upon recognizing her hand unconsciously touches her chest as she comes to realize the sinking feeling that is starting to surface within her. āHow could they? We had an agreement āDarryl?!ā She
āI donāt know how to draw. This isnāt working.ā Darryl buries his face in his hands in frustration as he lets Goldie stare at his chicken scratch scribbles on the notepad. He had spent around two hours trying to draw a man shoving Goldieās head into a bucket of water, but he canāt quite figure out the anatomy and physics behind it. Goldie tosses the notepad back to him and gives him a thumbs-up, only to receive a scowl from the other male. āDonāt fucking patronize me,ā Darryl sneered as he takes the notepad away. He looks back at his poorly done illustration and sighs. āUgh. Just give me the shawarma. Iām hungry.ā On the other side of the city, in the university where Katcha is currently spending time in, she continues to cut off ribbons, but her bandaged finger sticks out from her field of view, eventually making her lose focus yet again. She fiddles with her bandaged finger, tempted to peel off the gauze to see if the cut has healed. She tri
Katcha steps into a multi-purpose hall. There were around five people - all her upperclassmen - occupying the barren space, each of them tending to one part of the room with either decorations or cleaning. A girl with black shoulder-length hair is carrying a box full of decorations, picking them up one by one and putting them back again as if she were only checking their contents. Katcha walks closer to her to get her attention. āHey, Charlotte!ā The other girl looks up, her sleep-deprived eyes instantly light up upon seeing Katchaās face. āOh! Katcha!ā she exclaims with glee. āIs there something I can help you with?ā Katcha glances at the box in Charlotteās skinny arms. āYou sure you donāt have any lectures or requirements that need to be done today?ā āYeah. Iām free for today.ā āIām so glad. My batch-mates are either asleep or still have shifts in the hospital,ā Charlotte sighs in relief, āSome of them are probably too
Ten in the evening. Katchaās damp uniform hangs on the warm side of a fridge. An empty pizza box lays discarded on one of the kitchen counters. The trash can is filled with hair, plastic gloves stained with dark brown hair dye, and a one-liter bottle of mountain dew. Darryl enters the scene, seeing Katcha washing the dishes. āAbout Capizā¦ā he begins, āWhen do you want to go?ā Katchaās head turns a bit to the side for a moment and goes back to facing the dishes in front of her. āIs it fine if we go after the farewell party?ā She replies. āSo, next week?ā āYeahā¦ Weāre really going? I didnāt expect you to agree with me earlier.ā āGoldie freaks me out. I need to know what he is before we all get in danger." Darryl leans on a wall and crosses his arms, āIf you somehow got powers, and if I get to know the cause of all of thisā¦ I think Iāll be more relieved.ā Katcha sets down a wet plate on the drying rack and turns of
āHey, bossā¦?ā āKatcha, youāre late! Are you stuck in traffic?ā āSorry, Iām really preoccupied with my final requirements for this semester. I canāt make it tonight.ā āWhat? You shouldāve informed me earlier! Yāknow that this is gonna deduct your paycheck, right?ā āY-yeahā¦ Iām really sorry. Iāll make it up to you guys next time.ā āCounting on it.ā With a short beep, Katcha ends the call. A heavy sigh leaves her lips as she thinks of the possible damage thatāll reflect on this monthās payday. She looks up at Leonardo and Darryl who were quietly watching her from the couch. āDonāt be so dramatic. I can buy that whole salon if I wanted to,ā Leonardo says in annoyance. āFeeling confident today, Ninong?ā Darryl speaks up as he outstretches his hand towards Katcha, ā Now thatās settled with, give me back the phone. We've got business to discuss.ā As she was about to hand it over, Katcha notices the conta
Meanwhile, in the other room, Katcha collapses on the couch with a heavy sigh. She had just finished rubbing out the blood on the carpet and has left it soaking in laundry detergent in a bucket. Goldie walks up to her with a glass of water in hand and offers it to her.“Oh,” Katcha responds, confounded. She slowly takes the glass and takes a sniff at it.“It’s okay…” Goldie meekly says. She stares at him for a moment before handing the glass over to him.“You drink first,” She demands, “Spare half of it for me.”Goldie looks down at her in confusion but decides to take the glass back. He takes a good gulp off of it. Katcha watches the water visibly diminish from the cup, until it’s reduced to the amount she required.“Okay, that’s enough. Thank you,” She says.Goldie stops drinking and gives the cup back to Katcha. He then walks over to the chair from across
Leonardo awakens to the feeling of a soft mattress under his back. From the sight of the ceiling alone, he knew that he wasnāt in the living room anymore. He can hear the humming of the roomās air conditioner, along with a few muffled shuffling from beyond this roomās doors. Knowing that heās currently in the bedroom, he deduces that everything has calmed down. Even though he had awoken from a vicious fight, not a single part of his body is hurting or out of place. Raising the arm Katcha had stabbed, he took a closer look and could not find a single hint of scarring. It was clean and free from blood. The last thing he remembered was Goldie dragging him away. āIs it all because of him?ā The sound of something slowly creaking fills the room. Leonardo turns his attention to the door being opened by Darryl. āHey, youāre awake,ā The young man chimes in. Leonardo sits up from his bed and looks at Darryl, eye to eye. āWhatās happening?ā
His eyes open in a snap, the sensation of waking up was similar to the feeling of falling in your sleep. His gaze meets a closed hand gliding through the night sky, accompanied by a zipping sound. The stars have disappeared from his sight, leaving him cramped in the darkness. Lying on his back, he tries to recall the events that had led him to his current predicament, but he remembers nothing. His mind struggles to form a single cohesive thought until he realizes that he does not know anything at all; Not even his name.Unease fills his stomach. Being trapped in a confined space did not help his case at all. Despite not being in a room, he could feel walls closing down on him, encasing his body as if he were some caterpillar in a cocoon. The air he was inhaling was not fresh but filled with the smell of smoke and burning plastic. His innate need for freedom and release grows more and more as he continues to remain in this strange space that has been constricting him.A
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