Isaiah picked the call up immediately as he saw who was calling. "Did you forget, Isaiah?" The voice from the other end of the call asked. Jenny found the voice familiar. "You're supposed to be here.""I'll be there soon, Elena," Isaiah said, hanging up."Elena?" Jenny asked. "Who is she?"Isaiah stood up. "I'm sorry, Jenny," he said. "But I really have to go now.""Let me guess," Jenny said, obviously perturbed, "you have one of your meetings to attend, don't you?""Yes," he replied, breathless and already walking away, leaving Jenny behind.Soon he was gone and Jenny was alone on the bench. She felt lonely and abandoned, watching him leave her like that with very minimal explanations on where he was going to."I'm so sorry, Jenny," Isaiah said, already regretting his actions as he boarded a taxi. "Take me to the beach," he said."Okey dokey," the driver replied.Isaiah arrived at the beach. It was almost dark once again. He tried to call Elena but she did not pick up the calls. "O

Isaiah stayed quiet and proceeded to think deeply about the situation he had found himself in, reflecting deeply on the system's words.He remembered how he had ended up after his father abandoned him: with a large shard of glass piercing his stomach, in a car crash. The man had left him for dead, uncaring if the security men threw him off the bridge into the sea to swim with the fishes.He had no idea why these memories were playing in his head, but it angered him. The vein on his head pulsed, and he felt some sort of power he had never felt before. Who was this someone he was supposed to become that the system kept telling him about? He did not know. But he knew that if the system had not appeared in his life when it did, he would have been as good as dead. If there was anything that incident proved, it was that he was not a very normal person with a natural destiny like everyone else. He was indeed someone special."Okay," he said, voice firm, containing a hue of certainty that he

"I would tell you to shut your mouth and mind your damn business, Walter," Luke retorted. "You damn..." Walter stumbled for words with which he would repay the insult."What do you even want?" Luke asked. "And don't try to tell me you're doing all of this for altruistic reasons. I've been in this school for a long time and so I know you and exactly what you are. You never do things because you think it's the good thing to do. You're not a good person, and you're not going to fool me into thinking you're a good person."Walter smiled and began circling around Luke in a slow, calculated sphere. "Well, it seems to me you're already pretty fooled to me. You're already so deep in Isaiah's cobweb of lies that you don't know that you're in a trap. The worst kind of prisoner, my friend, is the one that doesn't realize he is in a prison." "You're not my friend, Walter," replied Luke, whose eyes had been following Walter as he circled around him. "And please don't call me your friend. You ca