When he returned, the woman had already finished her own food. Actually, one of the waiters was already there, clearing the table. Eithan sat down with a poker face. His face showing that if weren't for her person manning the only entrance and exit of the place, he should be gone already. Shortly, when they were the only ones left at the table, he opened his mouth to ask,"What now, Miss?"Irene met his inquiring gaze and asked back,"I will be direct to the point. I am very curious about how you managed to recognize that I am merely acting yesterday..."He answered indifferently, no more expecting for this troublesome woman to remember that she had yet to introduce herself."Does it really matter? I don't get why that worked you up, but can't you just assume that I only did it by chance?"She was only silent for a few moments before replying,"I don't know why. But I'm having a gut feeling that it's not... Though I did consider that
Meanwhile, in front of him, the long-haired girl in a white dress stared at his serious face for quite a long while before pursing her lips and replying,"I'm still betting. Let me test your eyes again and if possible, your acting too.""No."He immediately replied, his face crumpled."Listen to me. This is an opportunity of a lifetime for you. I know you came from a normal family and because of this, I don't believe that you don't want to show them that you can also be extraordinary despite your humble origins. Every man is born to dream and reach out for greatness.""Don't stereotype miss. There are men who only want to spend their lives counting the days before they die. There are also those who don't want any of the greatness you're speaking of."He matter-of-fact stated, only short of pointing a finger to himself."Maybe. But you are young. Are you also going to be like them? Don't you want to do something which can make your par
In a village south of Alina City. Specifically within a small hut built under the shades of three tall acacia trees.The singing of cicadas from the outside temporarily stopped as faint sounds of footsteps coming from a single person graced the night. Through the thick grey clouds, the waning moon had hidden itself from the world thus no amount of moonlight peeked through the slightly open window of the only room of the hut.It was the devil's hour.In folklore, this time frame was also called the witching hour.There had been numerous ghost talks and stories rumored to always happen within this span of time, in between 3:00 am to 3:59 am. It was the time of the night associated with supernatural events. In stories, this would be when witches, demons, and ghosts were thought to appear and to be at their most powerful.Of course, many science believers vetoed this idea and labeled it as some sort of hoax passed down by witch hunters around the year
'Is she going to alter her memory after this?' he mused just before his pupils dilated after he heard her say,"...Kill them."The tone of her voice was the same. Not with the one he usually heard from her. But with the one from the memories. Cold. Unfeeling. Unnatural. It was so different from what he'd been used to so even though he had taken a glimpse of this in that vision, it still made his eyes narrowed in displeasure. It was not the unfamiliarity which made him dislike it, but something which he couldn't yet explain.While the man spectating outside reacted like that, the women within the hut quietened down, dumbfounded to hear a voice not belonging to any of them. None of them reacted until the unseen being's voice gently made way into their ears again, sending shivers up their spines."...I'm giving you all a chance," it suddenly said, slowly. Each word stressed, which within everyone's imagination had turned into something similar to a devil's w
Was she already succumbing to darkness? Falling into a muddy quagmire which would permanently entrap her underneath in this lifetime?These were the questions Agatha asked herself when she accepted the last mission for level 2 that the system had issued her.When she closed her eyes, the system's voice seemed to echo in her mind.While feeling cold all over, she watched as the last man fell dead on the floor after being stabbed in the heart repeatedly by a short-haired girl. The system then asked her if she wanted to erase the memories or leave impressions that it was alright because they're bad people and were scums of the society.To this question, she only shook her head and stayed silent.Whether to remind her of her crime or her vow, she refused its offer and decided to keep the memories and everything that came along with them. She wouldn't erase anything, to always remind herself of how in order to not die by the system's ruthless and unseen
An endless blanket of darkness.Spine-chilling silence which was sometimes broken by the cries of the cicadas and other midnight insects.And sounds of a car engine moderately speeding along a ragged, uneven dirt road.Were it not for the stretch of black in front, it would have been apparent to the passengers of this luxurious grey car that they were already near the foot of a mountain. There were no houses nearby. Through the limited illumination ahead, foliage, rocks, and trees were the normal scenery around, never the best, and was even quite spooky because it was currently the witching hours.The driver was singing along an old tune from the stereo. He was seemingly relaxed on the outside. However, his eyes were actually darting everywhere the car's headlight could reach. Inwardly, questions were endlessly pouring in his brain, most were about why a man usually staying in his presidential suite-like office or gigantic Baroque-style mans
"Sir, I am not allowed to go in. This is as far as I can escort you."The master waved at the masked man who opened the door to the room and then went in by himself. Behind him, the door closed audibly. But oddly, the middle-aged man did not appear concern as though him being sealed inside the unfamiliar and suspicious room was not in any way worrying. Nonchalance remained on his face, even after he saw the kind of place the person he drove here for was keeping."You look as crazy as always."The bearded man sitting comfortably on the sole chair in the place boringly replied, "Not always. Only after my wife died."The master looked around for anywhere to sit on, but found nothing. The place only had rows of shelves on the side housing large transparent jars filled with all sorts of organs, in which one of the specimens was interestingly a black colored large intestine. There was also a bookshelf full of thick books about anatomy and biology near the other
Conrad stared at his friend who had been reduced into a madman after his wife died. Fred used to be a high man, someone who could stand next to him. No, actually, he was way above him. As a very high-level host, he could even conquer countries and empires and declare himself a Great Emperor. And he was not stupidly making claims.However, because of love, this great man chose to retreat from the world and hide into a normal husband's disguise. And then when his beloved passed away, he chose to also retreat from the non-hosts' world, rotting away in this abandoned mental hospital. The magnate was quite sad that his friend ended up like this just because a woman he dearly loved was killed. Honestly, he couldn't understand how someone could be so deeply invested in a person not related to him by blood.He studied the doctor's tired face and then shook his head, not liking the thoughts swimming in his mind.It was when Fred unemotionally asked, "So, are you now usin