Hugo got his passion and life back, and Delrina got a chance to correct her mistake. But is that all? Or is there more than what meets the eye?

...

Berry carefully heard the sizzling voices for quite a while before finally the light lit. Everything was visible now. Berry was too stunned to do anything when he saw what was happening in front of him. He saw Orion, Zale, Archer, and Liam standing around a tall pillar. They were looking at it with a bit of cautiousness and a lot of excitement. Archer and Liam had bruises on their faces and shoulders. Whereas Orion had a deep cut on his right arm and Zale had a pale complexion.

But what shocked him was not this. He saw himself standing along with all of them, scared and about to run away. Berry has no idea "what is going on?" He spoke it out aloud, but no one heard it. He spoke louder, but no one responded. It was more as if they were unable to hear him. Looking closely, he realized that they were not in the forest anymore. The surroundings looked more like the inside of a temple.

Berry knew something was not right. He pinched himself, just to get a bigger surprise. Berry is not in his body anymore. With no boundary, he is just like 'air'.

"Is it a dream? What is going on? It can't be a dream. Why is it so clear, if it is a dream.?"

Suddenly, the scene changed. He saw Berry all alone, hiding in a corner of a building. He was shaking with fear. His breaths were not normal. He was looking at something with great fear, but he was unable to move.

Berry wants to help the Berry of his illusion. He is well aware that he is wind now, and at the same time, he knows what one should do to calm him down. He likes it when he sits in blowing air. Berry blew towards his face and his face complexion changed.

Slowly, Berry of the illusion helped himself up and very quickly and quietly moved towards his right. When the real Berry finally looked in the opposite direction, he caught a glimpse of a scary, badly disoriented face dashing in his direction. He screamed and everything around him changed again.

...

These 5 will face all kinds of dangers in the upcoming future. But there are some people who are making their life hard on purpose. Will they realize it in time? Or are they going to die without even realizing their mistakes?

...

8 July

There is another one, getting ready for his journey to death.

"What the heck? These people don't even let me get used to one place and transfer me to another. Am I a joke to them?" A middle-aged man was standing outside the chairperson's office, cursing in a low voice with a mixed accent, which he probably got from shifting countless times.

He irritatingly collected his stuff from his office and looked at the staff, wishing him luck. None of them was sincere. They were happy with Otto leaving this place.

Otto worked as a supervision manager of a hotel. He was good at his work, but his temper made everyone hate him. Very few people in his surroundings cared for him, but there was no such person in his hotel. His staff and hotel showed significant improvement but authorities got a lot of complaints regarding his misbehavior with staff. Some of the staff members did respect him, but it's the world of democracy. The company didn't want to lose him. So the management decided to transfer him to a place away from the big cities, where he was going to be supervising the work of another manager so there won't be many complaints about him.

He just went out of the staff room without even smiling at anyone. Thanks was more like an impossible thing. Some people were sad that Otto was leaving, but in the end, no one dared to go to him. Even when it was his last day, he went to all his staff members and checked the daily report of the hotel.

He tried to control his anger all this while, but as soon as he stepped out of the hotel door, all the humiliation and irritation he felt struck back. All he wanted now was someone to vent his anger upon. And he knew who this person was. His house was near the hotel. He kept walking at a fast pace throughout his small walk and gave death glares to everyone who he made eye contact with.

He finally reached home and banged open the door. A middle-aged woman, his wife Nora, came running out of the kitchen, with her apron still on. She had a spoon in one hand and her other hand was heavily and newly bandaged; most likely it was from a serve burn.

"What's wrong Otto? You should have given me a call if you were coming back early. I was already in the middle of cooking...."

"What's wrong!!? Everything is wrong since the day I decided to marry you. You are such a curse to me. I started working just so that I can feed you, but all I got is countless transfers." Otto kept shouting with the door open, and people on the street looked curiously at them. No one dared to stop Otto. One of them, a boy probably in his teens, was about to call the police when one of the neighbors, who once really did call the police, stopped him and told him that it was normal in this house.

She tried to calm him down, "let's talk inside. But all in vain, she slowly went to the door, gestured sorry at the strangers, and closed the door. She held him by his arm and took him inside the room."

"Did you get transferred again?"

"Yes, thanks to you; now quickly go and pack my stuff! I don't want any single thing missed out." Otto is like a kettle. Once he shouts and creates a scene, he feels at ease. His wife was usually a calm lady, moreover, she understood the reason why he behaved this way. She tolerated it well.

"Ok, I'll be quick with packing. When are we moving out?"

"We? Who said you are going too? You go and live with your parents. That old couple probably needs a maid now."

"Huh, you really hate me a lot, right? Ok, I'll go. Let's see how well you can manage without me."

She removed her apron, threw it on the floor, took her purse, and dashed out of the house without even looking back even once. She was so angry that she didn't even think to give him a single chance. If it was a normal day, she would've still controlled her anger. Her sudden reaction was more like as if it was controlled. But as a woman, she still needs a bit of love and care. She expected that Otto would care for her, maybe at least once he would ask how she got this burn, but instead, he just shouted at her and made a joke out of her in public.

On the other hand, Otto was dumbfounded. He was not even serious when he said that he'll go alone. He does this every time he got transferred, but her reaction was so unpredictable this time.

While he was still processing about what have happened, his stomach made a growling noise. He was super hungry. He went to the kitchen, and after 15 minutes of rummage, it irritated him to hell.

"Who does she think she is? She did it on purpose. There is nothing edible in this kitchen. Ok then, I have other options as well."

He looked around for his mobile. "Where is it?" It took him another 15 minutes just to find a mobile phone.

He quickly gave his mother a call.

"Mom, can you come to me today?" He was polite to his mother. It was as if he was a whole other person. His mum was the only person who he treated with respect.

"What's wrong, my son? You rarely ever give me a call. Is everything alright?"

"Yeah mom I just need a bit of your help, I will tell you other things when you get here.....Ok, mom.. thanks."

He suddenly saw smoke coming out of the kitchen.

"What the heck"

He hurried to the kitchen. He saw a pot on the stove. It was all turned black and the inner stuff of the pot was already nowhere to be seen.

He tried to turn the stove off but ended up pulling the whole switch out. The pot was burning and gave off really unpleasant odor. Otto just quickly wanted to finish it. He was no longer able to turn the stove off, so he decided to put the pot under the running water to reduce the smoke; he did grab the pot with this purpose but soon realized that he was bare handed. His hand hurted like hell and he threw the pot in the sink. He pretended as if this burn was nothing and turned the main cylinder off, then turned the tap on. He was hoping to reduce the smoke, but with a sizzling voice, the pot emitted even more smoke in a single go.

All his hunger vanished and the anger for his wife grew in his heart.

On the other side, his wife had already reached her parent's house. It took her half an hour in a taxi. She rang the doorbell. A lady in her 60s opened the door. She looked at the person standing outside. It took her a while to recognize the guest. It has been so long since they last met each other.

Tears came flowing out of the lady's eyes as well as from her daughter's eyes. Listening to the voices outside, her father came out as well.

"What happened to you my daughter? How did you get so bad complexion? What's wrong?