2026-03-08 18:40:01Adrian Cole opened his eyes to white walls and the steady beep of a machine. His body felt like it had been put back together with scrap metal. He had pains in places he didn't know could hurt. His skin felt tight and was covered in bandages where the fire had burned him.
He blinked at the bright lights, trying to remember what happened. The fall. The black void. The red words. The deal. "What was that? I must be going crazy," he said to himself. A nurse walked in with a clipboard. She looked kind but tired. "Mr. Cole? You're awake. That's good. You’ve been asleep for three days. You have smoke in your lungs and broken ribs, but strangely, you are recovering very fast. You are lucky to be alive." Three days? Adrian sat up quickly, but a sharp pain hit his side. "My family. Where are they? Elena? Maya? Beatrice?" The nurse looked at the door and hesitated. She put her clipboard down slowly. "They... came by the first day. They left some papers for you. I think you should rest before—" "Papers?" Adrian’s voice cracked. "What papers?" She sighed and pulled a thick envelope from a drawer. "A divorce paper. And... a DNA test result for your daughter." Adrian stared at the envelope like it was a bomb. His hands shook as he opened it. The words felt like knives. Elena wanted a divorce. And the DNA report said 0% match. Maya was not his daughter. The room started to spin. Seven years. He had scrubbed floors on his knees while Beatrice watched and mocked him. He had cooked meals and gotten slapped for it. He had signed away his house and his future for them. And Elena… he remembered her going upstairs with Julian while he was sent away. He had suspected it, but he stayed for Maya. Now he knew Maya wasn't even his. He wasn't a father. He was nothing. The nurse, Sarah Miller, touched his shoulder to comfort him. As her fingers touched his skin, time stopped. The world froze. A red holographic screen appeared in his vision. ALCHEMIST LEDGER TARGET FOUND Name: Sarah Miller Age: 46 Death: Stabbed by a thief Time Left: 00:04:58 Trade Value: $100,000 Then a vision hit him. He saw Sarah walking into the hallway. A man jumped out from the stairs, eyes wild, holding rusted scissors. He stabbed her in the neck. There was so much blood. He could smell the copper scent of it. He watched her collapse, clawing at the wound. A clock on the wall ticked down the last seconds. The screen vanished. Time started again. Adrian jumped back, gasping for air. Sarah frowned. "Mr. Cole? Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost." "I... yeah. Just a shock, I think." His voice was rough. His mind was racing. She nodded. "You'll be okay. Just rest." She turned and left the room. Adrian’s heart hammered. What was that? He remembered the fire and the red words: ALCHEMIST LEDGER. He had said "Yes." Was it a dream? But it felt too real. Suddenly, a loud shout came from the hallway. He heard a wet, choking sound. Then, red blood started sliding under his door. The door burst open. Sarah lay there, scissors in her throat. Her eyes were wide and empty. The thief stood over her, shaking and covered in blood. He looked at Adrian. "Damn," Adrian muttered as the man stepped forward. Adrian tried to move back, but two security guards tackled the thief from behind. They wrestled him to the ground while alarms started screaming. In the middle of the mess, Adrian stared at Sarah’s dead body. Red words appeared again. ALCHEMIST LEDGER TRADE COMPLETE Sarah Miller - $100,000 claimed What? The words faded as more doctors arrived. Adrian stared at the blood. He had seen it happen. He had let it happen. And now... money? "What is going on?" An hour later, he demanded to leave. The doctors told him to stay, but he lied and said he was fine. He signed the papers with a shaking hand and walked out. Outside, the cold December air hit him. The streets were full of shoppers. Adrian walked without a plan. "What am I now? Some kind of monster? Do I trade souls for cash? How did I get here?" His phone buzzed. It was a message from his bank. $100,000 had been put into his account. Before the fire, he only had $23.47. Now he was rich. "Oh my God," he whispered. It was real. His mind raced. If one death was a hundred thousand, ten would be a million. People died every day. He could touch them, see how they die, and just watch it happen to get the money. There would be no blood on his hands. Or he could be a hero and save them. But what if he saved someone? He didn't know what would happen. He shook his head and walked through the crowd. Up ahead, in the middle of the street, he saw a glowing shape. It was a woman, but she was see-through. Cars drove right through her. Adrian rubbed his eyes, but she was still there. It was Sarah, the nurse. She was pale, and blood still stained her clothes. She didn't make a sound, but he heard her voice in his head: "You let me die. I'm coming for you." Then she vanished like smoke. Adrian couldn't speak. He was terrified. Was he still the same Adrian Cole? He stumbled and almost fell. A teenager on a scooter clipped his leg. "Watch it, man!" the kid yelled, stopping his scooter. The kid was about seventeen. He had messy hair and a backpack. Their eyes met, and the kid touched Adrian's arm to balance himself. Time froze again. The red screen appeared. ALCHEMIST LEDGER TARGET FOUND Name: Jordan Reyes Age: 17 Death: Hit by a delivery van Time Left: 00:00:29 Trade Value: $25,000 In a vision, Adrian saw Jordan drive into traffic. A van ran a red light and smashed into him. He saw the kid's body fly over the hood. He saw his head hit the road. The vision ended. Adrian’s heart was thumping. Twenty-five grand? It was easy money. All he had to do was walk away. But something hurt inside him. What if Sarah and Jordan both haunt me? He couldn't watch another person die. He reached out and grabbed Jordan’s arm. "Hey, let go!" the teen yelled. Adrian pulled him back hard. Just then, a large van roared past them. It went right through the red light, missing them by an inch. Jordan turned pale. "Whoa. That... that would have killed me." "Yes," Adrian said. "It would have." Jordan got off his scooter, shaking. "Thanks, mister. Seriously." He pushed his scooter onto the sidewalk and walked away. Red words appeared: ALCHEMIST LEDGER SAVE REGISTERED Jordan Reyes - Trade denied BALANCE: LEDGER BAR - RED: 1 | GREEN: 1 Suddenly, a massive wave of pain hit Adrian. It felt like a train had actually hit him. His heart stopped for a second. His chest felt crushed. He fell to the ground, gasping. He felt the pain the kid was supposed to feel: the crash of the van and the hard hit on the road. It felt like an eternity of agony. Slowly, the pain started to go away. He sat up, sweating. A police officer walked over. "You okay? Do you need a doctor?" Adrian waved him away and stood up on shaky legs. He didn't need to be told how this worked. If he lets a person die, he gets money, but their ghost haunts him. If he saves them, he feels their death in his own body. He was losing his life force. He felt years older already. But his anger was stronger than the pain. As he walked down the street, he started making a plan. He would find Madam Beatrice first. He would touch her and see how she dies. Then he would tell her every scary detail and watch the fear on her face. Then he would find Julian, the man who stole his wife and his life. He would whisper their fates to them like bedtime stories. He would make them suffer before the Ledger claimed them. He didn't care if his life was miserable now. He would live just long enough to see them broken. Revenge came first. The curse could wait.
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Adrian stared at Elena, the bitterness rising in his throat like poison. “You are the reason this happened,” he choked out, his voice thick with a jagged edge of betrayal. His eyes pinned hers—frigid and blaming. “You opened the door for him. You let him dismantle our life while you watched me fall apart for years, and you did nothing to stop it.”She shook her head wildly, her bound wrists straining against the ties. “Adrian, please—I had no idea he was capable of—” Her resolve shattered, her face collapsing into a mask of grief as she trembled, the tears flowing freely.“Carry that weight yourself,” he spat, pulling himself up on unsteady, leaden legs. But his gaze softened when he found Maya—unbound now, sprinting toward him with a small, broken cry. She threw her arms around his waist, a beacon of purity in the middle of a slaughterhouse. He sank to his knees, clutching her to him, feeling the rapid, frantic thrum of her heart. He had traded a monster's life for hers, and a flicke
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