2023-05-29 15:37:26Andrew put down his work, and hurriedly entered the boss's office. A pen flew toward his head, and Andrew narrowly avoided it.
"Andrew, your salary is cut off. You won't get any single coin in the next six months."
Andrew frozen in the place, "Sir, I didn’t do anything wrong."
"Explain these videos!"
Andrew's eyes widened when he saw dozens of rated videos plastered on his boss's computer screen.
"I asked you to send me the document, and you sent me THIS?! I almost sent them to the head of the company. You piece of s1t. No wonder you could only be a porter for the rest of your life!"
"Sir, this is clearly a mistake. I didn't put those videos in your files at all. I--."
"Shut up, Andrew. You should be grateful you still have a job."
Andrew could only lower his eyes and leave his boss's room with a feeling of tightness in him. His body felt limp, his heart pounding. He actually got dumped for one reason he never did.
He didn't know how to tell his girlfriend this news.
"Why now?" Andrew muttered, "I was about to purpose to Nadine…"
Nadine is his girlfriend. They have been together for 2 years. Andrew tries his best to meet all of Nadine's demands in order to provide her with a better life. He dreams to marry her - the person he loves with all his heart.
What happens is the contrary. Instead, the work sustaining his life plunged into the abyss, so little light remained.
"I'm home, sweetheart."
Andrew said when he stepped into the house. His hand was already on the doorknob and was preparing to open it when his ears caught a moan that belonged to Nadine.
"Ahh, babe, that was so good. You're so good. I can't control myself when I'm with you!"
"Yeah…my girl… You’re the best. Those two on you are also the best."
A loud slap on somewhere Andrew didn’t want to know. And giggles.
Nadine was not alone; another man was with her.
Andrew swallowed his saliva. His brain was totally blank.
"When can we be together, babe?" It was Nadine’s sweet voice, which now only made Andrew sick.
"Soon. Our plan worked. Your idea to trap Andrew with rated videos was awesome, Nadine." The man answered.
“Will he get fired?”
“I think so.” The man said, “Unless my father really likes him. Snlt. I couldn’t stand his stupid face anymore.”
Andrew recognized the voice, it’s the son of his boss, Orlando!
“I couldn’t stand living with Andrew anymore.” Andrew heard his girlfriend said, “I hope you can be in me all the time.”
Andrew's anger peaked; without wasting time, he opened Nadine's bedroom door. What caught his eye was his partly-dressed girlfriend and a man who was also wearing only…
"Andrews! Since when did you—KYAA!"
Without a word leaving his mouth, Andrew threw a punch to the face of the man.
"Stop it, Andrew!"
Andrew's hand stopped when Nadine forced her way in the middle of the fight. She hugged Orlando tightly, leaving her body exposed without a single thread.
"Why did you betray me?! Why did you frame me?! I don’t understand…what did I do wrong to you?!"
"Because I've had enough of you, Andrew! We have been 2 years, you never bought me any expensive stuff! You cheap useless trash…Look at my face, look at my body! Men ask my numbers all the time when I’m on the street. Why should I ever be a broke man like you?!"
"I always take care of you. I gave you anything you want. I gave all my salary to you!" Andrew looked at Nadine in a daze. His voice was shattered, like his heart.
Orlando, still in pain from the punch to his face, got up and said. "Thank you, Andrew. You are dead!"
Orlando hit Andrew back. Andrew tried to struggle and fight back, but his mind was so divided into anger and disappointment that he couldn't focus on the fight. Caught off guard, a punch to the stomach made Andrew fall to the ground.
"How dare you hit me; who do you think you are, Andrew?!"
Orlando pulled Andrew's body back; he pushed him towards the wall.
But Andrew fought back. Andrews countered with a punch to Orlando's face. Just as he was about to add one more punch--
"AKH!"
Andrew fell to the floor with his head covered in blood.
"Is he out?!" Nadine held a vase in her hand, watched Andrew fall to the floor.
If Andrew were awake, he would know that the vase was the anniversary gift from him to his girlfriend, and now it was being knocked on his head by her.
Orlando smiled crookedly and hugged Nadine. "Nice one, baby. He deserved that."
Orlando wiped his shoes on Andrew's fainted body before they left the room. However, a light appeared without them noticing.
A light came from something that was worn by Andrew, his necklace.
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Season 4-4
Helios Foundation Building, underground—Omega Sector.The temperature in the room was always kept below fifteen degrees to ensure the bodies inside the glass tubes remained “alive”—or at the very least, did not rot.Dr. Karel walked slowly past the rows of massive tubes. Inside them, pale blue liquid swirled gently, reflecting the ceiling lights.All the bodies were motionless—except one.Tube number IX.Inside it, the man opened his eyes. Identical to Andrew, but his gaze was colder, clearer, as if he wasn’t human at all… but a mirror reflecting the purest version of Andrew without morals, without hesitation.“How does it feel to live again?”Karel’s voice was soft, yet dripping with venom.The man stared at him through the glass, unblinking.“I never died.”“No,” Karel smiled. “But the other Andrew… he’s lived far too long. It’s time for balance to be paid.”He pressed a button on the console. The liquid began to drain away, and the body inside slowly stood up, drenched in synthetic
Season 4-3
On the upper floor of AZ Tower, Darius was holding an emergency meeting with the remaining board members. Panic-stricken faces filled the room; news of Andrew’s appearance had spread far faster than they expected.But Darius simply sat back, staring at the projector screen displaying the image of a man in a white lab coat.“Calm down,” he said flatly. “Karel already knows. He even thinks this is interesting. He said the experiment would be more perfect if the ‘original source’ returned.”One of the board members swallowed hard. “But if Andrew still has real influence… our stocks could plummet—”“If Andrew wants a war,” Darius cut in, “we have an army.”He looked at the screen, a thin smile forming. “And that army is not made of ordinary men.”Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Andrew sat in a small roadside coffee shop. The place was nearly empty; only the sound of an old radio and the scent of freshly brewed black coffee filled the air.Miriam sat across from him, carrying a s
Season 4-2
It was well past midnight when Andrew arrived at his residence—or at least, the place he once called home.The house was silent. No guards, no lights, only the sound of branches and rainwater dripping from the roof tiles. Five years ago, this place had witnessed his decision to abandon everything: power, money, even his humanity.Now, after a long night at the company, Andrew stood at the dust-covered doorway.The old key was still in his pocket—rusted, but still functional.Click.Damp air greeted him.His first step echoed softly, as if the house were welcoming back its long-lost owner. In the main room, an old photograph still hung on the wall: his mother’s faint smile, William beside her, and himself—still a teenager, innocent, full of hope.Andrew stared for a long moment, then took the picture down.He set it on the table and murmured,“You know, Mother… they still haven’t learned.”The lights wouldn’t turn on, so Andrew lit a candle—the only source of light in the room. The sma
Season 4-1
Five Years After Andrew’s ExileThe rain had just stopped when a black car without a license plate halted in front of the tall building bearing the AZ Corp logo. The usually bright lobby lights were dim now, guarded only by two half-asleep security men. No one could have guessed that the man stepping out of that car was someone who should have long been regarded as a legend—or more precisely, a ghost.The echo of his footsteps resounded across the wet floor.A long gray coat draped over his frame, streaks of silver lined his hair, and his eyes... no longer belonged to the Andrew they once knew. Those eyes were deeper, colder—like someone who had seen too much of the world to ever be human again.“Good evening,” he said flatly.“I’d like to enter. I’m Andrew.”The guards exchanged glances. One of them almost laughed at the absurd claim, but something in Andrew’s presence froze that laughter in his throat.The face they saw in old photographs still hung on the lobby wall—the man said to
Season 3-Chp 109
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Season 3-Chp 108
The first tremor reached Eiren at dawn.Helena felt it before she heard it — a subtle distortion in the air, as though the world itself had inhaled and forgotten how to exhale. Her reflection in the window stretched thin, the edges of her face blurring like wet ink.Then the sound came.A low, rolling moan that seemed to travel through stone and water alike.Lira burst into the room moments later, cloak half-tied, eyes wide.“Did you feel that?”Helena nodded slowly. “It’s the south.”“How can you know?”Helena turned toward the sea. The horizon shimmered, bending light the way heat bends distance. Beneath the surface, faint flashes of silver pulsed like veins.“I can feel them,” she said. “All of them. Every reflection that ever whispered my name.”Lira’s face paled. “Then Caldra’s gone.”“No,” Helena murmured. “Not gone. Remembered too hard.”By noon, the sea had risen.It wasn’t water anymore. Not truly. It moved like liquid glass — viscous, heavy, humming softly as it spread inlan
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