What was that?The sound of dripping water?No...That was the sound of a clock. He was hearing the repetitive ticking of the clock's hands. His ears were irritated because that was the only sound he could hear.Wait, where am I? Where am I again? he asked himself, even though he had gotten lost in this place several times already."Michael..."Huh! Who's that?!The young man looked around, but because of the endless darkness, he couldn't see anything."W-who are you?!" he shouted loudly, causing an echo."It's near, Michael. Your end is near..."He shook his head. "No!" Michael shouted. Even without the creature's explanation, he somehow knew what it meant.His mind was a mess, yes. He was scared, yes. But how could he fight the curse that seemed to be attached to the men in his family?The young man sat down and covered his ears. But he made a mistake—Closing his eyes was a mistake!Because when his eyelids closed, a flood of images like water from a fountain poured in, just like t

Michael plopped down onto the sofa when he arrived home, exhausted.He hadn't eaten lunch, and now he didn't feel like eating dinner either. The events of the day had been too tiring, especially for someone like him who wasn't used to dealing with this kind of chaos.He leaned back on the sofa and rested his head on the headrest. When he closed his eyes, the image of Ruby lying on the street flashed back into his mind. Her skull was shattered, and her neck was twisted at an unnatural angle, which the police found highly suspicious. Her bones were also badly broken, making it a horrific sight for anyone who saw her.But aside from his secretary, what bothered him even more was the delivery boy who was the only witness.Yes, he was the only one who saw it - or maybe Ruby did too. He wasn't sure, since he couldn't talk to her anymore.However, it was clear to him what Ruby and the invisible entity on the CCTV footage were discussing. Ruby called the entity "SIR".His friend had suggested

Night.Michael wandered around until he found a place he could sleep for the night.His plan for revenge was proving to be difficult. He wasn't raised in a dark environment, so now he was struggling with what to do.When he woke up in the pile of trash, he had the courage to think about killing. But now, just thinking about getting his hands bloody made his body shudder.Killing? No way. It's not his forte. He didn't even know how to kill a bug, let alone a person. He lived honestly until he became rich, so what did he know about hurting others?He let out a sigh, looking up at the sky. He only glanced at the stars for a moment. He remembered the night he was killed.Who would have thought that on a calm night like that, his life would end just like that? Now, he hates that scenery. It only reminds him of what happened to him.He died in his own territory. Didn't he hire a private army to ensure his guests' safety? But the funny thing was, he died while those private army he hired wer

Death threats? Michael was used to them. Sometimes, threats to his life were his breakfast. He was accustomed to people threatening his life. What he didn't expect was that a familiar face and a friend would be one of the reasons he died. Someone he helped get back on their feet would be the one to betray him. That person was Freddie.Freddie was an ally and someone Michael considered a brother. He didn't know what drove Freddie to betray him. Michael was a kind person. In fact, he wasn't used to trouble. He resolved problems calmly and didn't act impulsively. If his employees made mistakes, he forgave them and gave them another chance.If they needed something, especially money, he easily gave it to them because he believed that money was meant to be seen and spent. Moreover, his employees played a big role in his success. So, he couldn't imagine that one day they would kill him.Michael sneered, baring his teeth as he looked at Freddie, who was visibly shaking with fear. Who wouldn'

"I heard the plan to kill you..." Mang Jun paused as if the guard was thinking about what to tell his former boss. The guard closed his eyes and tried to remember what happened at that time. He tried to recall whose voice he heard. When he looked outside the door, that's when he figured out whose voice he heard. "It was Sir Freddie. I'm sure of it. I'm certain that the voice I heard was Sir Freddie's."The guard almost jumped out of his seat because he was impressed by his own sharp memory. He even got burned by the hot coffee that spilled on his lap when he stomped his feet. But despite that, he didn't mind the pain the hot coffee brought to his skin. What was more important at that moment was to share what he remembered so that he could help the young man who had been betrayed.But the excitement and joy he felt disappeared when he remembered that he only heard Freddie's voice at that time.The guard sighed and shook his head. He was lost in thought, staring at the coffee that he ha