2025-05-07 11:37:30What 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 the scenes he always saw in his dreams.
In his dreams, he saw the faces of unfamiliar men. Each face he saw was filled with suffering and anguish! The pain that came with every lash of the fiery whip on their bodies was reflected on the men's faces.
Michael wanted to cover his ears from the deafening shouts of the men, but he couldn't even move his fingers.
How could he escape this nightmare?! How?!
A figure with a whip turned to him. "You're next, Michael... You're next..." it said in a deep voice before laughing terrifyingly.
No! No!
He wanted to shout, but his tongue was numb.
When the creature tried to approach him, someone grabbed his hand. He turned to see who it was, and he felt a surge of terror when he saw the creature's face!
This creature in front of him is like a mirage! It’s like a mirage cast by his troubled mind. It’s like an abstract art—beautiful but hard to explain!
“Young Master...” the creature said in a baritone voice. “Wake up...” it commanded, tapping his forehead.
Michael let out a loud scream as he woke up. He was gasping for breath. Despite the cold air conditioning in his office, he was drenched in sweat. And if anyone saw him, they would notice the terror on his entire face.
Using both hands, Michael grasped his face. He stayed in that position for several minutes until his emotions calmed down.
What's happening? Why do I keep having these nightmares?
Michael leaned back in his chair, then looked around the room. Due to the exhaustion from the past few days, his body gave in, and he fell asleep in his office while waiting for an order from a restaurant.
How many minutes did I sleep?
To find the answer to his question, he looked at his wristwatch. It's 11:30 A.M.
He didn't sleep for half an hour, but his dream—no, not a dream—went somewhere. A nightmare that started on the first day of this month.
November.
Before standing up, Michael reached for the water on his table and took a gulp. As the cold water went down his throat, he felt a bit more relieved. But his anxiety returned when someone suddenly knocked on the door of his office several times.
He muttered a curse under his breath, then cleared his throat and spoke. “Come in,” he said politely and stood up.
The woman outside the door smiled when she heard the man's voice. Deep, full, and baritone, the young man's voice had the characteristics that made you want him to whisper in your ear while you were both in bed. A bedroom voice indeed.
The young woman's cheeks flushed at the thought. The truth was, she had been interested in her boss for a long time. The problem was, despite her charm and beauty, her boss hadn't even bothered to notice her. But she didn't mind, especially since she hadn't heard anything about him having a girlfriend. All she wanted was to have a chance to get close to him so she could have a chance to get out of her miserable poverty.
Before entering—though struggling with the things she was carrying—she adjusted her dress, which was a bit revealing. Thankfully, Michael wasn't conservative, so she could freely show off her smooth and fair skin.
“Good afternoon, Sir. I brought your lunch,” she said with a big smile when their eyes met. But her smile suddenly disappeared when she saw one of Michael's eyes. Fear replaced the seductive look on the woman's face.
What—!
H-how...
How did his boss' one eye end up with two eyeballs?!
The aluminum tray fell to the floor with a loud clang. Broken pieces of plate and glass, as well as food and rice, scattered all over the floor.
The woman stepped back as Michael took a step towards her.
“Oh, don’t tell me you’re afraid of me? Why would you be? I thought you wanted to share a bed with me?” His voice was full of sarcasm, far from his sexy bedroom voice. “You’re a tease, Ruby. You’ve been with so many men.”
The woman covered her ears with her hands. “S-stop it...” she said, sounding like she’d lost her mind.
“I have something to tell you, Ruby...” the voice said. “At exactly one o’clock, you’ll die...”
“N-no!!!” she screamed loudly, running out of Michael’s offi
ce. She still covered her ears, as the demonic laughter of her boss still echoed in her mind.
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CHAPTER 16
Michael moved quickly but cautiously as he stepped out of the elevator. He encountered a few people, but he didn't find it unusual. Everyone who works here is hardworking. Jam himself taught that to their employees. They were different, his friend was strict, while he was kind to his employees, especially the younger ones. He had a heart, which his friend always criticized him for."You'll fall because of your weakness, Michael. You always let your heart rule."He shook his head to forget that thought. He didn't regret being kind to his simple employees. What he regretted now was trusting people he thought were his friends."Got your six, mortal...""Why?" he whispered to his unseen friend."I need to guard you. You are only mine, Michael... I won't let anybody claim what's mine."He sighed. He looked behind him. There was no one, so he continued without hesitation. He was close to his office, so he quickened his pace. The excitement was flowing through his veins. He had never felt th
CHAPTER 15
Michael heard Brent's consecutive curses before he stood up. The impact of the explosion from outside was so strong that his two companions almost fell from their standing position.He checked on his two companions and looked at them to see if they were okay and didn't have any wounds. When he saw that they didn't have any glass shards embedded in their bodies, he approached Mang Jun and helped him stand up."Are you okay?" he asked, before glancing at Brent, who was dusting himself off."Yes, son. I'm fine. What happened?" He saw confusion on the old man's face.He shook his head as a response, even though he knew what really happened. He glanced at Brent again, who had an emotionless face. He was surprised by his friend's reaction. Shouldn't he have run outside to see what was happening, especially since the noise from the 3rd floor was loud enough to be heard?"I'll go ahead and go outside, Sir Brent. I'll check if anyone was hurt with my group, especially the elderly like me," Man
CHAPTER 14
Brent repeatedly studied Mike’s resume, Mang Jun's nephew's, several times just to make sure of what he was seeing - specifically, that the photo on the ID was still blurry.He placed the resume on the table, rubbed his temples, and let out a frustrated sigh. It wasn't even 9 am, and he was already overwhelmed by the things that were happening to him. And it was all because of one person.When someone knocked, Brent looked toward the door, his gaze piercing as if he could see through it. He cleared his throat and called out in a rough voice, "Come in." The door swung open, and to his surprise, Aera Ledesma stood there - a prominent stockholder in the company and a close family friend of Michael's. Brent rose to his feet as a sign of respect."Good morning, Ma'am Ledesma," he greeted, and she just nodded before walking towards his desk.Aera Ledesma was in her late 30s and had it all - wealth, connections, intelligence, and beauty. Brent couldn't help but stare as she walked towards
CHAPTER 13
Brent was taken aback by his sister's question. His eyes darted around, as if trying to hide his thoughts from her.Brent cleared his throat. “I—” He paused, choosing his words carefully to avoid raising his sister's suspicions. As a skilled police officer, she would likely see through any lies. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Jia,” he denied, reaching for the empty coffee cup.He was about to turn away when Jia spoke up again. “After that night, you’ve changed a lot, Brent. I don’t know.” She shrugged. “You’re being weird. Sometimes I catch you talking to yourself, and there are times when I see you outside in the early morning, staring up and talking.”Brent's brow furrowed at his sister's words. He had no idea what she was talking about.Talking to himself? He wasn't crazy yet. And what would he be doing outside in the early morning? He had no reason to go out.“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Jia.”Jia nodded. “Maybe I’m exaggerating. Don’t mind me.” She yawned an
CHAPTER 12
Michael stared at the mirror. It was only 4 AM, but he was already in front of the mirror. He looked at his reflection as if it was an alien from another planet. Michael extended his hand towards the mirror. He touched his face in the mirror, a face he didn't recognize.He didn't undergo any face surgery, but it seemed like that's what happened. He looked like he had surgery to make himself ugly. At that moment, he couldn't see the face he didn't know where he inherited it from.Michael touched his face. If he had to compare the other side of his face to something, it would be like the skin of a carabao.Yes, half of his face looked like carabao skin. Aside from that, his skin darkened. His hair grew long down to his neck. His eyes, which were once well-shaped, now had one that was distorted, while the other seemed to bulge out. What he was seeing now was like a monster from the depths of hell. His eyebrows, which were once thick, were almost gone, as if they had been burned."You did
CHAPTER 11
Maybe I'm crazy, maybe I'm notMaybe I'm in love with you, or maybe I'm nut. Michael gazed at the woman standing outside the small house. There was a fence blocking them, so she couldn't see him. But Michael was content just seeing her from afar, ensuring she was okay.He scanned her appearance. She wore a loose T-shirt and basketball shorts, holding a cigarette in one hand while playing with the smoke from her mouth. She stood leaning against the green-painted wall of the house, barefoot, with her legs crossed, looking up at something in the distance.She could be mistaken for a lesbian if you didn't know her personally, but since he knew her, he knew she's a real woman hiding behind those masculine attire.She hadn't changed.Her style was the same as before, but he had to admit she looked even more beautiful now. Her natural curly hair was tied up, with those hard-to-tame strands of curly hair...The woman took another drag of her cigarette, inhaling deeply, as if venting her frus
CHAPTER 10
From afar, Mang Jun was approaching, and Michael already knew why the old man's face looked so bright as he walked home. Michael was waiting outside.He had planned to leave earlier to go home, but D, the being in the black daffodil, told him not to go yet because the elderly guard was heading home.So here he was, waiting for the old man."Don't trust anyone again, Michael..." the voice said to him.He looked at the approaching guard. "You don't really believe in someone's kindness, huh?"He was getting used to the presence of the being in the flower. He was accustomed to it suddenly speaking, not just in his mind, but actually hearing its voice as if it was right in front of him."I am a demon, what do you expect? Have you ever forgotten what happened to you?"Michael shook his head in response. He looked down, as if he could see the scar on his chest. He touched his neck, the scar a reminder that he was killed by people for no reason."It still haunts you..."Based on D's voice ton
CHAPTER 9
"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
CHAPTER 8
The poor guard cowered even more at Michael's words, his eyes wide with fear. He seemed more terrified by the knowledge that Michael was stabbed and didn't hang himself. It seemed to have registered in the old man's mind that the person in front of him was actually dead.Michael shook his head. He didn't intend to scare the old man, but that's what happened."I won't hurt you, Mang Jun. I'm the one who helped you to—""Whatever demon you are, leave now!!!" the old man shouted, cutting off Michael's words. "Don't bother me anymore! I've done what you asked, so what else do you want from me?!"The guard rubbed his face with his hands, still seemingly unable to believe what was happening. Michael felt sorry for the old man. From what he could see, the old man's life seemed quiet and simple, but it seemed like he knew something about what happened to Michael, which is why he was targeted to be killed.The guard fell to his knees, wailing and prostrating himself on the floor as if he had n
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