Artham Lanis
Somewhere unknown.
A space and dimension that has no celestial bodies and is only illuminated by a shining throne. There was an unidentified humanoid entity sitting on it. Above its left palm were two hourglass-fragment shards, shining and floating. And in the palm of its right hand was a fragment shaped like an hourglass that began to shine brighter than the other two shards in its left hand.
The throne was not particularly high or wide, but the distance between the creature’s eyes and the ground was far too great for it to stand upright. But the most distinctive feature about this creature was the fact that it had no mouth.
“Ah, the last fragment has shone. Now, the time has come. Have fun while you’re still sitting on the throne of the almighty, Supreme God! Because very soon, your seat will be filled by my own divine presence!” The entity stood up, and as it did, the hourglass fragments in its hands started to glow brightly.
The voice sounded as though it came from everywhere at once. It was filled with joyous laughter. The voice seemed to have grown larger until his voice echoed in the place and caused the millions of non-shining fragments beneath his throne to shatter. All the shattered fragments let out something that aimed at the person and then entered his body.
That was the moment when the entity’s eyes were suddenly filled with light. It was not the light of the sun or moon. It was a light that had been formed by the thousands of shards of glass. It was the light of the fragments that had been turned into an endless chain of lights.
The entity’s face was contorted in agony.
It raised its head, and it looked at the sky. There was no moon or sun in the sky. The stars were also absent. The sky was empty of everything that should exist there, and the air was devoid of all forms of life.
However, the entity did not stop staring at the sky. It began to tremble. And even more pain and agony than before filled its entire being. The entity felt like it was dying from within. Then it started to scream in a voice so loud that the air trembled and all of the existence shook with it. It yelled for the universe to end and die, and at the same time, it cried out that this was all a dream and that nothing real was going on here at all.
Then, the entity stopped yelling. A single word escaped from its mouth.
“Haaaaahhh!”
Its cry was so great that it could not be measured with the greatest scales and the highest of mountains. And at the same time, the entity’s body vanished without a trace, leaving only a few wisps of smoke in the empty space where it had once stood.
Metropolis, the year 2040
A young man groggily opens his eyes, rubbing the sleep from them. He looks around the classroom, realizing that he had fallen asleep at his desk. As he stretches and sits up, he notices the unfamiliar yet gentle voice of a woman speaking.
“Hello everyone, congratulations on your grade promotion. Now you are 3rd-grade high school students and I am your homeroom teacher in this 3rd grade. You can call me Miss Lisa. Alright, let’s start our class with introductions, starting with you.”
The young man looks up and sees a woman standing at the front of the classroom. She is tall, with dark hair and a kind face. She is dressed in a professional suit and is holding a notebook and pen in her hands. She looks around the classroom, her gaze sweeping over the students as she begins to speak.
The young man notices that the other students in the classroom have blank expressions on their faces, like they haven’t heard anything that the teacher has said. He glances around the room and sees that the students are a mixture of boys and girls, ranging in age from fifteen to seventeen. They are all wearing uniforms, with white gloves and white shoes. Some of them are looking down, others are looking at each other, and some are talking to themselves quietly.
Miss Lisa continues to speak, introducing herself and asking the students to introduce themselves in turn. The young man quickly gathers his thoughts and stands up, introducing himself to the class. The other students begin to follow suit, each one standing up and introducing themselves to the class.
As the introductions continue, the young man can’t help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness about this new chapter in his life.
The homeroom teacher pointed to a student in the far right front row, who looked out the window with the appearance of a student wearing his hoodie that covered his head and twirling his pen. He then opened his hoodie and revealed his messy brown hair.
“Hi everyone. My name is Artham Lanis. I’m seventeen years old, and my hobby is reading fiction novels and playing games. If you want to know more about me, just ask.”
Artham said this and sat back down in his seat. His classmates all looked at him. However, none of them showed any signs of interest.
“Alright, next please...” Lisa said and continued pointing to other students one after another. She noticed that none of the students seemed interested in answering what she had asked. Even if they knew it, it appeared like no one wanted to say it out loud.
The silence persisted for several minutes until Lisa finally sighed and thought to herself: “What an uninteresting group of people, I guess I’ll have to find something else to make fun of them for. Oh, maybe I’ll take their grades in the first week and tell everyone how bad they are!”
Her mind was suddenly flooded with various ideas that would be funny to her students. But as she looked at them again, she realized that she was wrong.
They were just normal kids.
None of them was particularly bright or particularly dumb.
They weren’t special because they were born or not smart.
All that mattered to them was whether they were able to get out of their homes and go to school, and that was about it.
After the class ended, Artham left the classroom. On his way, he overheard a lot of students telling news called [Genius Boy] which was currently popular.
[Genius Boy] is an international media show that shows a young man who can imitate the abilities of anyone he sees in a short time. But what the students were talking about was stopping the international program because the actor called [Genius Boy] wanted to end it for some unknown reason.
Artham felt a little annoyed hearing that. He walked down the corridor swiftly and arrived at the library, where he started looking through the shelves for books that he could read. He needed something to keep him occupied.
As he was walking, he noticed that he had become so used to going to school that he no longer felt any kind of excitement or joy when he came to the place. He thought to himself: “I wonder if I’ll ever feel like this again. I’m sure that it will come back eventually, but right now, it doesn’t seem like it.”
He sat on a chair and took out a book. After flipping through its pages, he decided to start reading it. It was the first fiction novel he had ever read, and it was about a boy who traveled to another world to rescue his friend. He enjoyed reading it, and it kept him entertained for some time.
There are lines of sentences that come from a part of the novel that makes Artham always wonder about himself.
[Are you satisfied with your life?]
A question that has no answer. But a question that will never stop asking itself.
That question makes him out of his own world.
He thought about how his life would change if he didn’t have the feeling of boredom that always followed him.
‘Am I satisfied with my life? This is not the first time I realize I live as a human being who is considered a genius by many people, but in reality, I live like a machine that always does what others said to make them feel happy but I never find my own happiness again. I feel like I’ve lost something very important to me and I don’t know what is it.’
Here I am, as people say, I am a genius. Because of my talent, whatever I learn in theory or practice, I will quickly understand. It can be assumed that if I just watch someone play an instrument, I can easily imitate all their movements in a little time.
My memory is also amazing. I can remember almost everything I learned or experienced perfectly.
When I was young, I already knew what I wanted to do and where I should go. In order to achieve my goal, I worked hard in all possible ways to study as much as I could. I studied harder than the most diligent student in my school, memorizing and analyzing every single fact until I could recite them backward and forwards.
Even though I spent countless hours studying, I never felt like I accomplished anything.
At age 6 months, I could speak perfectly even though the voice of the sentence was still messy because the baby’s body was not yet fully perfect.
Then when I was 4 years old, I often watched classical music performances because the camera view always focused on the movements of the musicians so I could analyze all their movements and Immediately I asked my parents to buy me a piano instrument and when my parents saw me playing the piano, they amazed at how well I played like a pro.
Every time I play an instrument, they always record me and upload it to social media until one day a video of me playing an instrument professionally at 4 was so viral that even viewers from other countries saw it.
Day after day, every video uploaded by my parents on social media is always the major topic of conversation and the time comes when journalists come to my house and see my show live.
After that, they asked me to come to their event as a special guest and of course, they will give a refund and money service for coming to their event.
Because I only cared about what my parents said and well, they also received an invitation as a special guest at the event and that’s where the story of a genius child was born who was not only good at one musical instrument but he also showed his unusual talent in front of the live audiences.
A few years later, when I was in school, I got many awards and always continuously took the top position in several competitions.
It was only in the 1st grade of high school; I realized I was never satisfied with what I was doing until I stopped taking part in existing competitions and just became an ordinary student and a lover of games, novels, and comics.
I have lived this life with my own rules that I made for myself.
Until now, it seems I’ve been following the rule of making others happy so much that I forgot to find my own happiness.
What am I trying to accomplish by becoming a 3rd-grade high school student? Do I have something else that I want to do or is there someone else that I want to meet? If I keep asking those questions to myself, will I discover my real dream? Or will I just continue living this way forever?′
I’m even tired of doing normal things more than once, like falling in love, betrayal, friendship, separation, and abnormal things like committing murder.
Yap, I killed 2 people.
Artham Lanis suddenly felt tired. He took out his phone and checked the time. It was almost two o’clock in the afternoon. The time reminds him of that accident 5 years ago.
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5 years ago. 10:44 AM.
“Dad, can I see what kind of work you do?” A curious 12-year-old boy asked his father, who was dressed in his work uniform.
“You can’t. You know that a father’s work is not suitable for a child your age,” his father replied, trying to protect his son from the harsh realities of his job.
But the boy, named Artham, knew he was different from other children his age. “Please, please, let me come with you,” he pleaded.
His father hesitated, but the look of disappointment on Artham’s face made him cave. “Fine, but you promise not to do anything and just look around,” he said, giving in to his son’s request.
Artham’s face lit up with excitement as he hugged his father in gratitude. “Thank you, Dad!”
“Okay then, get ready. We’re going to the Metropolis Prison,” his father said.
The Metropolis Prison was known for its high-security level and dangerous inmates. It was a place where most of the prisoners were sentenced to life imprisonment or execution for their crimes. The prison was not open to the public and only authorized personnel were allowed access.
As they entered the prison through an underground tunnel, Artham couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. His father, who was the chief warden of the prison, showed his ID card to the guard on duty and they were allowed to pass.
Inside, Artham observed the daily activities of the prison guards and inmates. He saw the guards practicing their shooting, training, and exercising and observed the prisoners as they went about their day. He saw the stark difference in the way the prisoners were treated, with some allowed to watch television or read books in the library while others were confined to their cells with nothing to do but think about how to escape or cause trouble.
As they were leaving the prison, Artham’s father noticed the look of confusion on his son’s face. “What’s on your mind, Artham?”
“It’s just...I don’t understand why people would do such terrible things and end up in a place like this,” Artham said, still trying to process everything he had seen.
His father placed a comforting hand on his son’s shoulder. “It’s not always black and white, son. Some people make mistakes and end up here, while others are just born with a tendency for violence and crime. It’s our job to keep them contained and protect society.”
Artham nodded, understanding that the world was not a simple place. He was grateful for the opportunity to see his father’s work and the lessons it taught him about the complexities of the world.
From that day on, Artham’s perspective on the world and people had changed. He understood that there were no good and bad people, only people who made choices and the consequences that followed. It also made him want to be a better person, to not make the same mistakes as those he saw in the prison.
Artham left the executioner’s room and was outside the prison building when he heard a loud explosion. The entire building shook violently and Artham knew that something was not right. He quickly ran back into the room to investigate. As he entered the room, he saw that it was filled with smoke and the floor had collapsed. Dead bodies were lying on top of each other.
Artham was stunned by the scene in front of him. “What happened?” he wondered. “How did this happen? Did the prisoner explode?”
As he pondered on the possibilities of the event, suddenly the door behind him opened. It was the mad prisoner, who had been scheduled for execution earlier that day. The mad prisoner had managed to escape by creating a diversion with a homemade explosive device. He had taken the gun from an unbalanced guard and killed them without hesitation.
The mad prisoner, who was now standing in front of Artham, pointed the gun at him. Artham felt his heart pumping rapidly and cold sweat pouring down his head. His brain was warning him of one thing: one slight mistake could end in death.
“You’re the boy who made my daughter meet her death,” the mad prisoner said, “because she wanted to meet you, but you didn’t show up and hurt her heart. She ran from the event venue and was hit by a truck. Oh, my poor daughter.”
Artham tried to speak, but the mad prisoner interrupted him.
“Do you have last words?” he asked with a sinister smile.
Artham thought carefully about what to say. He wanted to tell the mad prisoner that his daughter might be in another world and that he could help him find her, but he knew that it would only enrage the mad prisoner further. So, he answered calmly, “My last words? No, I don’t have any.”
The mad prisoner looked disappointed and punched Artham in the face. “I thought you would say that,” he said. “Well, then I’m done with you.”
Artham knew that the mad prisoner was going to kill him, but he also knew that he had to think fast to save himself. He remembered that his father was nearby, and he started to cry like a normal child.
The mad prisoner was confused by Artham’s sudden change in behavior. “Oh, is this kid who people think is a genius but turns out to be just a crybaby?” he said. “What a shame. Although the only reason I came out of here was to kill you in a way you never imagined, I didn’t expect you to come here. Because you’re the one who came here, so it’s a shame I can’t torture you. But it’s okay if you don’t have the last words. Instead, it’s your family that I will torture hahaha! Now then, goodbye.”
As the mad prisoner was about to pull the trigger, Artham’s father kicked him from behind, making him drop the gun. At that moment, Artham’s father grabbed the gun from the ground and pointed it at the mad prisoner.
“No!” shouted the mad prisoner. “This isn’t how it works.”
But it was too late. The mad prisoner was shot in the head and fell onto the floor. Blood spilled all over his head.
Artham’s father put his foot on the dead body of the mad prisoner and kicked him again hard. While kicking, he said: “You damn bastard, how dare you try to threaten my son.”
And then Artham’s father approached Artham. Artham was happy when his father saved him, but suddenly Artham Shouted.
“Dad! Watch out behind you!”
From behind came 4 escaped prisoners who secretly approached Artham’s father to carry out a surprise attack, but Artham thwarted it by telling his father and suddenly Artham’s father immediately turned around and made a self-defense movement.
The escaped prisoners almost did a surprise attack at a very close distance behind Artham’s father and they faced off 4 vs 1. There was a fight where Artham’s father fought 4 prisoners with his bare hands because he didn’t have time to use a gun to aim at the prisoners.
Artham watched in awe as his father effortlessly took on four opponents, overpowering them with just his two hands. It was clear that his father possessed incredible strength.
Amidst the chaos, one of the prisoners kicked the lifeless body of a deranged inmate and cursed, “This idiot! He died before we could get any information out of him. What a waste of time.”
“Save your anger for later. Our priority is dealing with the chief warden,” another prisoner advised, urging the group to focus on their immediate goal.
As the prisoners continued to engage in combat with Artham’s father, Artham pondered how this situation had unfolded. He realized that there was a connection between the four inmates who had come to the execution site and the opposite direction of the prison exit.
“Why would those four prisoners come here instead of escaping through the exit?” Artham wondered to himself.
Artham’s father, amidst the intense fight, also recognized the orchestrated nature of the incident. He understood that these individuals were not ordinary inmates but members of a notorious organization. Their motive was clear: they intended to eliminate him by using four formidable inmates as pawns.
“So, these people have finally come to kill me and my son in here, huh?” his father realized, aware of the organization’s lethal reputation for targeting influential figures worldwide.
Exerting his strength and skill, Artham’s father fought off the escaped prisoners, eliminating them one by one. However, his mind couldn’t help but dwell on the dangerous organization behind the attack. The deaths of countless influential individuals weighed heavily on his thoughts.
Breathing heavily, Artham’s father turned to his son, urgency in his voice. “Artham, we must leave quickly. Our situation is perilous, especially for you. These assailants belong to that infamous assassin organization I told you about.”
Curiosity piqued, Artham questioned his father, “How do you know about this organization?”
“I’ve been tracking them for years, ever since they took the life of a dear friend,” his father responded, his tone tinged with anger and determination.
Bewildered, Artham asked, “But why would they want to kill me? I’m just a well-known child.”
“I cannot say for certain, but they have a history of targeting the families of those who oppose them. They might perceive you as a threat, even if you are unaware of it,” his father explained.
Meeting Artham’s gaze, his father asserted, “Our priority now is to escape and find a safe haven. They won’t rest until they’ve eliminated all potential threats.”
Concerned for the safety of others, Artham interjected, “What about the other prison staff? They’re in danger too.”
“We’ll address that later. Right now, our immediate goal is ensuring your safety,” his father replied, gripping Artham’s hand firmly as he guided him toward the exit.
As they were about to leave, Artham looked back at the room where the mad prisoner had been executed earlier that day. He couldn’t help but wonder about the man’s backstory and how he had managed to escape.
“Dad, what was the mad prisoner’s story? How did he manage to escape?” Artham asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.
“I don’t know much about him, but from what I’ve heard, he was a brilliant scientist who had been wrongfully convicted of a crime. He must have used his knowledge to create that explosive device and escape,” his father replied as they made their way out of the prison.
Several escaped prisoners appear in front of them and make Artham’s father have to fight them.
Artham, who is with his father, panics as the prisoners try to escape and one of them sets his sights on him as a potential hostage. Artham quickly realizes the danger and tries to run away, but his father is occupied with fighting off the other inmates.
As Artham runs, he hears one of the prisoners shouting, “Come to me, little boy!” He knows he has to act fast and thinks to himself, ‘I need to find a place to hide and wait for my father.’
He runs toward the end of the hallway and spots a storage room that is close to the exit. He enters the room and hides under a table, hoping that his father will find him soon.
However, as he waits, he hears footsteps approaching and sees several men walking out of the room carrying boxes and bags. One of them drops something loudly on the floor, causing another person to yell, “Hey, you idiots! Don’t make a noise like that! We need to escape fast!” The men in the room laugh in response.
As soon as the men leave, Artham stands up and moves quietly. He sees a small sharp knife without a hilt on the floor and picks it up, putting it in his jacket pocket. Then he goes back to hide. He continues to wait for his father, but he never comes.
The several men before meet with the prisoner who pursue Artham on their way and turn out that that prisoner was one of their captain in the organization. Then one of the several men give him an assault rifle then the several men escaped while the prisoner pursue Artham.
The prisoner who was chasing him enters the room, holding a firearm. From behind, he hears the prisoner’s voice, “Yuuhuuu... Where are you... Little boy... Big brother is here and will give you something... You know it will make you happy!”
The prisoner, who is large and muscular, points his gun at Artham and approaches him. Artham is trapped and thinks to himself, ‘I have to act fast. I need to buy time.’ He starts to cry, hoping to distract the prisoner.
However, the prisoner strangles Artham and lifts him with one hand, licking his lips as he says, “Don’t be sad. I will make you forget your sadness. Because I haven’t enjoyed a boy in a long time... Was it about 4 years ago that I did the last time? Ah, forget it now. What’s important, let us start, little boy...”
‘This is bad! This really bad!’
Then the pedophile prisoner approached Artham’s head and started licking Artham’s face with his wet tongue. The pedophile prisoner’s tongue had reached Artham’s face and the pedophile prisoner’s face had become very disgusting in Artham’s eyes.
Artham realizes that the prisoner is a pedophile and is horrified. He knows that he needs to act fast before the situation gets any worse. Because the pedophile prisoner only focuses on what makes him aroused, he doesn’t know what is in Artham’s pocket. He remembers the knife in his pocket and takes it out, stabbing the prisoner in the neck.
The blade pierced deep into the man’s throat and Artham pulled out the knife. The pedophile prisoner groan in pain but also made him release his hold on Artham. The prisoner falls to the ground, bleeding, and blood splatters everywhere.
When he realized he dropped Artham and his assault rifle he turned around and he saw Artham holding an assault rifle.
“Go to hell, you pedophile bastard!”
Artham fired bullets at the pedophile prisoner. The bullet entered the man’s shoulder and exited through his back, then another bullet entered the man’s stomach and exited through his back. Artham fired again and again at the man’s body. The body collapsed on the floor and lay motionless.
“Artham! My poor son, oh god!” He approached Artham and hugged him from behind.
When Artham’s father didn’t see Artham’s face as he hugged him, Artham smiled after killing someone.
‘So this is what it feels like to kill people.’
“It’s okay, you’ll be fine, Dad is here.”
Artham, who heard those words, calmed down little by little and spoke.
“Dad, I’m fine. Let’s get out of here quickly. The other guards might be out of here already.”
Artham’s father agreed, but when they moved. A prisoner who was still alive after his fight with Artham’s father found them and pointed a gun at Artham.
Artham’s father who realize it immediately jumped his body towards Artham and protected him.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
“Eh?”
Artham, who was slow to realize after hearing the gunshots, immediately looked back and saw his father who was smiling with his body stuck with two bullets in the stomach and one in the chest.
“Keugh... It’s okay... Dad is protecting you...” his father said with a trembling voice.
“Dad... ”
The last sentence Artham uttered made his voice crack like he had lost all emotion. He felt nothing for his father anymore—no, that wasn’t entirely true. He couldn’t believe his own eyes seeing his father who smiled in spite of being shot up.
Swiftly and full of anger Artham’s eyes became widened.
Artham, without wasting any second, took the weapon in front of his father, immediately shot at the prisoner with an assault rifle in his hand, and shouted at the prisoner who shots his father.
“You fucking bastard! Ahhhh!
Because of his talent and observation of events before the riots occurred, he came to understand the concept of shooting guns and he shot the prisoner who tried to reload his weapons even though he was dying after fighting with Artham’s father. When Artham realized that the bullet didn’t kill the prisoner, he aimed again, fired a second time, and again until all the bullets of the gun made a big hole in the body and head of the prisoner.
Artham was out of breath and he was smiling again after killing a person.
‘Damn it! I don’t like to do this, but why do I feel so something that I can’t explain with a word?’ He chuckles while touching half of his face with his hand. ‘I feel so good that I can’t control myself. Why am I feeling this way?’
Artham looked up from the corpse with a smile. And after that, Artham got out of the scene safely while pulling his injured father.
A tragedy that left 44 of the 125 guards dead and the rest injured. As well as all 74 prisoners, 25 were killed, 21 escaped, and the rest were caught.
4 months after the incident, all the escaped prisoners were caught and Artham’s father announced he was retiring from his job.
Back to the present time.
Yes, that’s how I got the experience where it’s very rare for a child to commit murder.
“I’m home.”
I took off my shoes and went straight to the kitchen of my house and there was my mother.
“Welcome back, honey. How was your first day of 3rd grade in the new school?” she asked cheerfully.
She must have been very nervous because she was looking up at me while asking me about things that happened during the day.
“It’s nothing special. The classroom is bigger than I thought it was going to be.”
“That’s great!” My mother exclaimed while clapping her hands in joy.
Then she suddenly hugged me and gave me a tight hug.
My heart pounded wildly and I was confused why she did that.
“Are you hungry? Do you want me to make your favorite food?” She asked while holding tightly on me.
After a moment of hesitation, I slowly nodded.
“Okay, then let’s go into the kitchen and I’ll cook for you!” She said with a bright smile.
After I finish eating, I help my mom wash the dishes and put them in the dishwasher before taking off my school uniform. After that, I went into the bathroom to take a shower. Then I took a towel and started drying myself while thinking about today.
“Remember to do your homework.” my mom called me out of the bedroom.
“Yeah... Thanks... Mom. By the way, mom. Tell Alina to not bother me in my room when she comes back!”
I then ran and took some snacks from the fridge and went straight to my room to do my daily activities.
Inside my room, there was no moonlight to speak of. I had a window, but it didn’t open and the curtains were closed anyway; not that anyone would have seen me in this lightless place if they’d come for me at night. The bed looked like any other one you might see anywhere—except maybe more comfortable than most, with its thick blankets folded up on either side where I could rest against them without touching anything else or disturbing whatever lay beneath: perhaps another blanket rolled into itself as well, so thin you couldn’t tell what shape it hid underneath.
Tables, wardrobes, and chairs lined each wall except near the door which led out onto the balcony beyond.
There are 3 cupboards that store something different like trophies which I keep in a cupboard that is made of glass.
A bookshelf holds various volumes of comics, games, and novels. There is a computer desk by the right-hand corner of my room and beside it sits an old TV set whose screen has long since died from lack of use (I prefer reading). In front of these two items lies a large wooden chest used for storage containing all sorts of things such as clothes, shoes, toiletries, cosmetics, etc., along with some toys, stuffed animals, action figures, and figurines belonging to my favorite subject.
Playing games, and reading novels, and comics that could withstand my insatiable life for a while.
But even with all these distractions, I couldn’t shake off the memories of that day. The day I killed someone. It still haunts me to this day, even though I was just a child at the time. I still remember the feeling of the knife in my hand, the sound of the gun shots, and the sight of the blood. It’s something I wish I could forget, but it’s something that will always be a part of me.
I took a deep breath and tried to push those thoughts aside. I grabbed one of my favorite comics and started reading, hoping to lose myself in the story and forget about the past for a little while. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake off the memories. They were always there, lurking in the back of my mind, reminding me of the darkness that I had experienced.
But I was determined to move on. I was determined to live my life to the fullest and not let those memories consume me. I would continue to focus on my studies, my hobbies, and my family, and try to make the most out of every day. And maybe, someday, those memories would fade away, and I could finally find peace.
After hours of doing my activities, I got bored and went out of my room to breathe fresh air on my balcony and see the night sky was filled with stars. Unexpectedly, I saw a shooting star, then I closed my eyes and have a wish.
‘Can anyone or anything relieve my dissatisfaction?’
Even when I recalled the events of the metropolis prison about the old prisoner’s last sentence.
‘This is so boring.’
When I opened my eyes slowly, I realized I was not on the balcony of my house anymore, but I was standing on the dark flat ground lit only by the stars in the sky. Then I heard a voice.
“Do you want to do something new and fun for you?”
I, without thinking, answer that question.
“Yes.”
*** To Be Continued ***
