Chapter 1
Rasmy Santi a normal human,lived a life of luxury, surrounded by opulence and extravagance. Her father, a successful businessman Jose' Santi, provided her with everything she could ever want. But despite the comforts and privileges, Rasmy often felt a deep sense of loneliness. Her mother had passed away when she was just nine years old, and her father's constant absence on business trips left her feeling abandoned.
On this particular evening, Rasmy decided to take a walk outside her estate, seeking some fresh air and solace. The moon cast a silver glow over the landscape as she strolled through the gardens, her feet crunching on the gravel path. She didn't venture far, just a short distance from the estate's boundaries, when she noticed a faint light emanating from the woods. Curiosity piqued, Rasmy felt an inexplicable pull to investigate. She made her way towards the light, her heart beating slightly faster with every step. As she approached the source, she saw a figure lying on the ground, motionless. Rasmy's instincts kicked in, and she rushed to the stranger's side. He was a man, dressed in dark clothing, with an air of mystery surrounding him. His face was pale, and his eyes were closed, but Rasmy could sense a faint pulse. She quickly pulled out her phone and dialed for help, requesting assistance from the estate's staff. With gentle care, Rasmy turned the stranger onto his back, noticing the severity of his injuries. His clothes were torn, and bruises covered his body. She knew she had to act fast, so she carefully lifted him into her arms and began the short journey back to her estate. Upon arriving, Rasmy summoned the house maids, who helped her clean the stranger's wounds and make him comfortable in one of the guest rooms. Rasmy waited anxiously for the doctor to arrive, her mind racing with questions about the mysterious man. Finally, the doctor arrived, and Rasmy breathed a sigh of relief. He examined the stranger, his expression unreadable. After a few minutes, he turned to Rasmy and said, "Let him rest. He'll be fine in a few days." But Rasmy noticed a hint of hesitation in the doctor's voice, a subtle glance that suggested there was more to the story. The doctor's words were reassuring, but Rasmy couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something unusual about the stranger, something the doctor wasn't telling her. She decided to keep a close eye on him, sensing that their lives were about to become intertwined in ways she couldn't yet imagine. CDays passed, and the mysterious man remained unconscious, but his body healed at an astonishing rate. Rasmy watched in amazement as his wounds closed, leaving no scars behind. It was as if his skin had never been damaged in the first place. She couldn't understand how this was possible, but she was determined to uncover the truth. As the house staff tended to their duties, Rasmy instructed them to avoid the stranger's room, wanting to be the only one to care for him. She felt a strange connection to this enigmatic figure, and her curiosity grew with each passing day. One night, Rasmy entered the stranger's room, expecting to find him still asleep. But to her surprise, he was gone. She searched the room, feeling a shiver run down her spine. Suddenly, she sensed a presence behind her. Turning around, she saw the stranger standing in the corner, his piercing blue eyes fixed on her. But something was off. His eyes, though captivating, seemed to burn with an inner rage. Rasmy felt a jolt of fear, but she stood her ground, trying to explain herself. "Wait, don't move!" she said, her hands raised in a calming gesture. "I'm the one who found you in the woods. I brought you here, to my home, to help you. I didn't mean to intrude or harm you in any way." The stranger's gaze didn't waver, but Rasmy detected a slight relaxation in his stance. She continued, trying to reassure him. "I've been taking care of you, making sure you're comfortable. I didn't tell anyone about you, not even my father. I just wanted to help." Slowly, the stranger's eyes lost their fierce glow, replaced by a hint of curiosity. Rasmy sensed a glimmer of understanding, and she pressed on. "My name is Rasmy Santi. I live here with my father. I don't know who you are or what happened to you, but I'm willing to help you in any way I can." The stranger's gaze never left hers, but Rasmy felt a subtle shift in his demeanor. He seemed to be sizing her up, determining whether she was a friend or foe. She held her breath, waiting for his response, her heart pounding in anticipation.
