Chapter 9

Third Person Point of View

Yhana stormed away in anger, leaving Lloyd behind, and in that moment, something extraordinary happen. The gym lights suddenly went out, Lloyd went into a shock. He instinctively took a step backward, his anxious emotions is within him. Then, in the middle of the gym, a mysterious blue light suddenly appeared with a sound of boom with it.

"W-w-w-who are you?!" Lloyd shouted into the darkness. No response came, but within that ethereal glow, the shadowy outline of a tall man, standing at least 6 feet or more, appeared behind the blue light.

Lloyd took take step backward,

He took out his phone and dialed a number, but it seemed like no one answered. Undeterred, he fearlessly took another step backward. To shed some light, he tried to turn on the flashlight on his phone, but it unexpectedly flew out of his hand. Shocked, he dropped to the floor, taking a step back along with it. The shadow and the blue light is taking a step forward.

Struggling to stand up, fear gripped to continue stepping backward. No one was there to help him.

"Somebody – anyone!" he shouted. "Who are you?!" he yelled at the shadow, which took a step forward every second. A faint laugh echoed, intensifying Lloyd's fear.

"What the hell are you!"

"Anybody here, please! There's some crazy thing happening!"

"No, don't come closer!"

"Just don't!" he continued to shout, but no one responded. His plead echoed in the empty gym until he reached the wall. The shadow stopped as soon as the light hit it.

Suddenly, the shadow forcefully banged Lloyd's head into the wall. Lloyd, filled with fear, couldn't utter a word. The blue light soared, revealing the complete silhouette of the man. Lloyd's eyes widened, but before he could react, he began turning gray, his existence dissipating into thin air. The man devoured him, consuming every particle, leaving no trace behind.

And a laughed echoed to the gym as another blue light appear.

La-La Point of View

I laughed as I hear the most nonsense thing that I heard. "Golden string? Senior are you somewhat high?" I asked out of her as a joked continuing laughing.

"I am not joking" she straight said to me in a serious stone. I stop laughing. SO, what the hell?

"SO, your telling me the mission that you said is a gold string so basically you are aiming for that string?" I asked "Are you deaf?" she asked to me.

"No, I am not. But to be serious, what is your purpose for the golden string? That string connects itself, so it’s useless to intervene" I said, suddenly realizing something. "Wait—senior, don't tell me you're trying to connect yourself with him. That's why Lloyd said that it's not needed, a string. So, this is all for that purpose?" I asked her, but it just went silent.

So, everything I said is true.

"Senior, how could you? Does the department know about this?" I asked her.

"No, they do not! That's why you've ruined everything," she replied in an angry tone.

"Why are you blaming me, though? What do you want me to do? Stop the ruckus myself?" I questioned her.

"You know what, never mind. But let me tell you, La-La, don't you dare interrupt me with my plan and tell this to the department, understood?" she said, then abruptly ended the call.

What the—Gold string, huh?

"La-La" A voice called my name, and I spun around to find Zayne standing there, a bottle of water in hand. His unexpected presence surprised me, and I couldn't help but wonder where he got the water from since I couldn't spot a store around.

"Where did you get that?" I asked, pointing at the bottle of water. "Oh, it's just back in that alley. I bought it," he replied, gesturing in a direction while offering the bottle to me, and I gladly accepted it.

"Weren't you exhausted just a moment ago?" I questioned, feeling a bit confused. Zayne nonchalantly opened his bottle and took a sip, leaving me in an awkward silence.

"Are you okay?" he suddenly inquired, his concern catching me off guard. I couldn't help but wonder about this guy's intentions. He is somewhat weird.

"What do you mean?" I asked, genuinely puzzled.

"We ran miles earlier, and you hurt yourself. I'm just wondering if you're okay," he explained, a hint of genuine worry in his voice. Well, he is a doctor, so perhaps that concern is normal.

"I'm okay; you don't have to worry," I reassured him immediately.

"May I ask how you even ended up there? Do you know that it's a fraud scheme?" I added, seeking more information.

"I know," he answered, leaving me perplexed. If he knows, then what's the story behind all of this?

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"You already know then what are you even doing there?" I asked to him . "For my patient" he answer.

"For your patient?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. "Yes, one of my patients was scammed by that fraud. I am trying to find evidence, but since I failed, I guess I will try next time," he explained. "Aren't you a doctor? That a detective job-" I questioned.

"Yes, I am," he answered. "Then why are you doing that for your patient?" I inquired.

"Since I am a doctor," he replied. I just looked at him in the eyes. Why can't you even make proper conversation, huh? This guy...

"You know that they won't let you get out unless they get money out of you, right?" I pointed out. He nodded. "And you know that you look rich, right?" I added.

"Do I?" he asked. I facepalmed. What is wrong with this man? It's as if every good-looking guy lacks something. He is dense.

"But we got out that’s all it matters, and I'm also wondering," he said, pausing. I wondered.

"Why am I there?" I asked him, as if that is what he is wondering. He nodded.

"For my friend. My friend asked me to come due to circumstances, I lied about that it’s due to work it’s my friend that requested me to come" I lied to him. More lies between lies.

"Is your friend the one in the hospital with you before?" he asked. Oh is it Axe;… hmmm -Why does he care, though?

"You mean Axel? That guy wouldn't even bother going there, though, he might look dumb but he is smart enough not to fall for a scam" I replied. "I guess it isn't him," he said, seeming relieved.

"Aren't you supposed to be at work this time? Not doing a detective job- I know all doctors are busy, but it seems like you're a doctor with a lot of time, though," I remarked. "I am on my day off," he answered.

"Is that so?" I asked, and he nodded then he starred into something. Curious about what caught his attention, I glanced at my palm. To my surprise, there was a bruise that I hadn't noticed before.

"What the hell?" I exclaimed, startled by the discovery. Zayne suddenly took hold of my hand, inspecting the bruise. "It seems it's not that bad, a little scratch " he reassured me. What does he mean by "not that bad"? I got a bruise from a human—or at least, that's what I thought.

The realization hit me like a bolt of lightning. Could it be that the guy I bumped into earlier was an MT? A mythical creature? MTs couldn't be harmed by natural or human causes, but we could hurt each other. That was the only disadvantage of being an MT; we couldn't die from a human's gunshot, but when an MT held the gun and shot another MT, it could cause damage.

I couldn't shake off the confusion. I didn't sense anything otherworldly about the guy I bumped into; he seemed perfectly human. The bruise on my hand, however, due to this bruise it seems that I am mistaken.

A few moments later

"Thank you for everything," I expressed my gratitude to Zayne as I bid him goodbye. He smiled warmly in return before leaving. Thankfully, no one witnessed that smile of his because, if they did, they might have a heart attack- that higher up really loves him. And thus why did I keep running into him?

"Isn't he the doctor from before?" a voice whispered in my ear. I took a step backward to find Axel standing there, grinning. Here we go again.

"What are you doing here?" I questioned as we found ourselves in the middle of the park.

"Is this your land? I can go whenever I want here- But just curious what you're even doing with that guy?" he deflected, changing the subject. I squinted at him.

"Is it your business?" I retorted. Suddenly, Axel's gaze focused on something, and he immediately grabbed my hand. His eyebrows furrowed in concern, and he gazed at me as if he were angry.

"Jeez!" I reacted to the sudden contact. "What is this?" he asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

I pulled my hand away. "I bumped into an MT and bruised my hand, don’t over react " I explained. I covered my arm with a bandaid discreetly behind my back.

"Is that doctor an MT? Is he the one who did that?" he asked in a dumbfounded tone. "Are you dumb?" I shot back.

"Why am I wrong?" he inquired. "Yes, like you said he is a blessed one you idiot-" I replied.

"If so, then tell me what happened," he insisted. I sighed, realizing I had no choice. If I didn't tell him everything, he would keep pestering me.

A few moments later.

"Isn't that senior of yours the rumor hunter in your department who likes good-looking faces?" Axel asked. "Yes, she is," I replied tiredly, flopping onto my bed. Axel settled into a side chair in my room.

"Have you meet her?" I questioned, and he took a while to answer. "No," he finally said.

"What's with the pause? It seems fishy," I remarked.

"Your room," he said, once again changing the topic. "W-what?! What's wrong with my room?" I asked, sitting up suddenly.

"It's so dirty, are you really a girl?" he commented, looking disgusted. In response, I grabbed my pillow and threw it at him. "Chill!" Axel exclaimed, laughing as he caught the pillow I threw.

"By the way, the gold string you mentioned," he began to say, but I interrupted him sternly, "Don't tell it to anyone."

"I know," he replied.

"But if it exists, why don't the higher-ups in your department know about it?" he asked.

"I wonder too. It's impossible that the senior knows about it and the department doesn't," I mused.

"Isn't your senior lying?" Axel questioned.

"Senior might be the most dramatic, uneducated woman whatsoever, but she never lies, and that is something I hate about her" I assured him.

"Then what's happening with that gold string? It’s a big issue as far as I know" he pressed.

"It's neither something she greed for, and she's been lied to, or something is going on," I explained in a serious tone.

"You should report it," Axel suggested.

"I wouldn't bother. And even if the gold string is far from impossible to exist, it means that it's just some misunderstanding. I don't want to create a ruckus, for a mere misunderstanding " I responded.

"That gold string, aren't you interested in that?" Axel asked. "Maybe you are," I replied, throwing the question back at him.

"Why would I be? Just the pain of being a human comes with consequences," he explained. "At least you know," I commented.

"If we become a human in this form without being reincarnated, all our memories from the past life will come back, and it will continue to affect us. All the people connected in your past life will also remember about you. It's just painful" I shared. It’s true all the people involved in your past life will also gain there memories whether who they are.

"But don't you wonder who you are?" he inquired.

"Why would I? I've already forgotten it, and it's in the past, and I don't want to remember it because for sure it isn't good since here I am being an MT myself" I replied, then looked at him in the eyes. "What's with you, Axel? Why are you being emotional today?" I asked him, but he just smiled. "What do you mean?" he asked, pretending to be clueless.

"You're really fishy today, Axel, you better not hiding something from me" I remarked.

"You are more fishy with that doctor of yours," he said, pointing out the topic. Ugh, this guy. Always taking the chance.

"You keep changing the topic," I pointed out. But he just smiled at me, clearly avoiding the issue.

A few moments later

"I will come back here tomorrow," Axel declared as he left my apartment. He suggested that we should clean my apartment since he also had a day off tomorrow and nothing else to do. I agreed, and we continued exchanging banter as we usually did.

Now, I lay myself on the bed, feeling the exhaustion taking its toll on me.