Henry hungered for a cigarette, but couldn’t find one. Louis was driving the car, and Henry was at the car surfing through the internet. The news of Vincent Sinclair’s death has gone viral. It was unavoidable.Two days ago, when Henry had shot the man, the hotel's alarm had rung. He had Louis had immediately blended in to the people opening their doors, gasping, pointing at the dead man and then finally screaming. He could remember the details; the way Louis had shrieked and grabbed his hand, the way they had both fled the scene like disgusted tourist who couldn’t wait to vomit everything they had eaten. Henry could remember the way people let them pass, and just when they had, the Greece police car screeched past them.“We barely escaped,” Louis had bragged. “See? You need me?”Henry had laughed, and before he landed back in America, the news of Sinclair’s death had surfaced the blogs.“We have to find his partner,” Henry said to Louis. Louis glanced back at him in question. “I mean

Henry stopped in mid motion, exhaling deeply. He knew he had failed the mission before the system even said so. He had failed horribly, and even he was surprised by his failure. Henry rarely failed, and even when he did it was so inconsequent that he could easily topple up. But this time was different; he had been given subsequent tasks under one and he managed to fail all three of them.[Daily task failed]They system’s reminder did not make him feel better. If anything, he felt like a horrible failure. He could not fathom how it was able to slip through his finger, how he could not get the tasks. He knew there would be punishment to come, and he expected his account to be decreased. It was the easiest punishment that the system gave, a decrease of his money.[Punishment loading.]Henry paused. He looked up at nothing, confused.“What do you mean, punishment loading?” he asked.The system said nothing, and somehow Henry knew that it would be more than a decrease in his account. He co

Henry plunged down into the hole and landed on dirt. His muscles were sore, and felt cramped. Henry groaned as he sat up. He was in a desert, it would seem. He was in the first realm, where everything seemed dead. The sun was hot, and the place felt untouched by human presence. Henry could only imagine the horrors he was yet to uncover all in the quest for his soul. Henry studied the environment around him. The place felt so dry that Henry was sure it had never seen water for years, if ever. The sand seemed endless, and he was in the middle of literally nowhere.“I mean, considering this is another realm,” Henry said to himself. “It is completely understandable.”He picked up his backpack and started to walk. He knew that his madness will envelop here, and he may never remain the same after this. He just needed to get one of his soul back. Just one to prolong his life. If he could have that piece of himself, Henry was sure he would have the strength to get the other souls.[Mr. Henry,

Henry tensed. He didn’t know whether to move or not. He stayed still, hoping the beast would not notice.The beast noticed.It cocked its head and huffed and stinkier breath assaulted Henry’s nostrils. He instinctively blinked and rolled his head to one side. The beast inches backwards snarling, instantly recognizing Henry as a threat. Henry didn’t know what to do but raise his hands up in solidarity. The beast could easily eat him alive if need be. It had a wide face, and wider mouth. It looked like a dog but with much larger jaws. Henry imagined that the jaws would be formidable enough for chewing his prey. Its body had spikes, but only the head had fur. Henry decided that it didn’t look like a dog, rather like a baby spiked dragon, If dragons had no wings. The beast did have tails, and Henry was sure the tails fling him across the room in one strong move.“Don’t kill me yet,” Henry implored. He sounded stupid talking to a beast but he didn’t care. “Just let me stand up, okay?”The

They both landed on a muddy ground. Henry stood upright on his feet while Homer tried to shake the dirt off his body. There wasn’t really any dirt, but Henry knew what it was to travel through realms, to move in between time and space. It was a heady feeling, a rush that seemed to spin and spin out to nothingness. Henry used to feel that way when he travelled through realms, but his body was beginning to get used to it. Besides, he had two of his souls now, so he had enough strength to search for the third and the forth. Henry took in his surroundings. He liked to do this, to search for immediate threat. So far so good, he was glad he hadn’t landed in the middle of a war or crises of two entities. He wasn’t sure how he would handle that; and he hoped that he would not. The unpredictability of his punishment was enough punishment to last him a lifetime. Henry swore not to fail a task again. He couldn’t even remember the exact thing that’d made him fail, and it was because he constantly