The breeze in my face wakes me from what feels like a whole life sleeping.
I don't feel cold, hot or hungry.
I can barely see, everything looks like I was seeing thought murky water.
The only thing more or less that I comprehend is that there is a shadow blocking the light of two massive spheres.
But how I got here?
Ah yes...How can I forget? Kiwa just destroyed in a few seconds the brain that I took years of study and not hitting myself for fun against a wall to achieve.
Well I think that would be best if I could try to use it what I suppose that is my new brain and see if everything is in there unless that somehow I am become an addict of drugs not yet synthesized, a black marketeer of World War 3.
Wait, what?
I think that some of Kiwa's essence became part of me.
Well, whatever.
After meeting Kiwa for the first time, we just clicked we share a lot of things on common that I considered very important.
She liked the same instant Udon brand than me, she has an irrational hate for moths of all sizes and shapes.
Nevertheless, she was kind of strange, she had a fear of something called "The Board". While I was alive the first time, she didn't even speak too much about it.
I just found some notes while I was trying to copy her homework.
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At first I thought that she was kind of chuuni, writing and describing impossible worlds and situations to escape her reality. But why though?
That is mostly reserved for the ones like me, with nothing going on their lives.
But her writing got more and more complex and weird, several references to the so-called Board, to ridiculous ancient civilizations that are yet to exist, to creatures that are intelligent, nihilistic and with a wicked sense of humor and exist beyond the heat death of the universe.
And yet, I couldn't stop thinking about her.
Our school days were peaceful, until some Monday.
God, I hate Mondays.
Everything was calm and normal in the classroom, another boring week of a meaningless life about to begin.
Kiwa wearing a cowboy hat, and carrying M97 along an unbelievable number of other small arms strapped to her body made it impossible to still call this normalcy.
-THIS IS NOTHING PERSONAL, YOU ARE ALL GOING TO DIE TODAY.
-CALL THIS NATURAL SELECTION, CALL IT FATE.
-THIS IS A FOR A GREATER GOOD, YOU ARE MY SO NEEDED SACRIFICES.
-THE UNIVERSE WILL AGREE WITH ME
Before any of us could make any sense of what she was saying the empty shells started to hit the floor.
*Thump* *Thump* *Thump*
Crimson flowers that used to be my classmates' heads started to bloom around me.
Kiwa went about her business so mechanically and efficiently that her lack of emotion made me break into a cold sweat.
I couldn't conceive that this ice-cold machine was the same cute girl that sat at my side.
Before I could process it, she has finished shooting the survivors that tried to escape.
-I am... sorry. I liked you, and this wasn't to be this way. But they found me and I can't let them get me. I thought that they were right when they told me that the best cover is not knowing that you are an agent.
I know that this makes no sense to you. But I am truly sorry.
- Goodbye
She whispered before squeezing the trigger.
And then the hot lead tore my face in half.
And yet...
Here I am, feeling the breeze and trying to adjust my vision to this strange new world.
-Come on, wake up already
A familiar voice.
-Come on. the Hwarang are after us, wake up-
A voice growing with anger.
-COME ON WAKE THE FUCK UP! DON'T MAKE ME REGRET NOT LEAVING YOU IN THE UNDERWORLD
Kiwa.