Akatosh finds himself awoken in a place unknown to his worldly understanding. He can see a white space covered with the universe itself.

Recalling his last breath in the world he once was. Where his last eye blurred and shut-in fiery darkness.

It was on a weekend, where he had to buy computer parts to upgrade his potato PC just to meet the requirement of the new game he been wanting to play. Though, being still a first-year college who shifted different courses thrice. A man whose passion was landscape designer. Finding and analyzing the parts that he needed was easy.

His knowledge came in handy from the past course of being a technician and an electrician. It also gave him the advantage of not being owned by some rakish store.

Down the lonely road where he always walks, Akatosh was smiling from the items he was carrying. With an ominous cloud forming, it gave him the shiver that something was about to happen. But Akatosh drift it to his thought, a hard rain this afternoon that's what he thought.

As darkness closes in, Akatosh was now on a marathon. He was eager to get home, do an overnight upgrade, and play the game. And it was then he heard an uneasy noise followed by a female voice. A sound that always followed him from his dark past, a sound of pure murder and bloodlust.

Not far from where he was, he quickly realizes where the sound of violence was. The solitary house that he always passes every day, far from the neighboring houses was the source of an anguished commotion.

Realizing that it was locked. Akatosh with his powerful kick, the door swung away freely followed by a crashing sound. And when he enters the house, he saw a man holding a medium knife with murderous intent as he threatens the three females.

Cornered by the man, he saw the eldest lady struggling to keep her two younger siblings from the murderous man. Even though they were cornered on the wall.

Noticing Akatosh's presence, the man turned to face him. Pointing the knife, all Akatosh can say was this is going to get bloody. With the house being a bit far away from the neighbors it looks like this man pick it up due to its isolation from the neighbors.

As the man came dashing to thrust the knife. In a swift reflex, Akatosh smoothly dodges sideways. Doing to counterattack at the back of his throat. Akatosh had underestimated him where he too had a quick reaction as he counters slashes the knife. Barley dodging its edge, the shallow wound has begun to spit blood on his chest. the man grimed followed by a smile.

"This guy is no easy task," Akatosh concludes.

He'd had fought hundreds of people from his childhood even though his college. But never he felt something this different from the man. He'd brawled with a martial artist; he'd faced people with guns and weapons but never he'd felt something like this. It's as if he was shackled by something deep.

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Stepping back a little Akatosh realizes the house smells ominous, it was gas. Turning to see the three girls as they are frozen in fear, Akatosh had to think of other ways to save these three lasses. Being distracted by his action, the man grabbed the opportunity to gap their distance. And when he did, he thrusts the knife at Akatosh's stomach.

Like a hot knife piercing through a butter, pain and cold shiver went to his spine. As the man grimed once again knowing he had the upper hand, Akatosh also took this opportunity to hold his both arms wrapping with his left hand. He then dipped his fingers in his eyes, followed by rage Akatosh was able to hook and detach one of his eyeballs.

Losing his grip on the knife, the man screams in pain. Still screaming in pain and terror, in a brutal way Akatosh quickly stab him thrice on his abdomen and finally to the chest. Falling flat on his face the man slowly bleeds to death and the connective stab Akatosh gave. Being confused by what happened, there Akatosh stand still looking down at the man breathing to death

While his injuries and pain devour him as well. Akatosh's life and strength begun to fade, falling from his knees.

"The f, the knife must've been poisoned," Akatosh said.

Turning his back on the dying man, the three females came to his help, and quickly the eldest lady helps Akatosh stand to his knee. Telling them to get out of the house, Akatosh heard a ruckus to see the man holding a four grenade.

"That bastard still got some strength left to give death a chance."

Removing the pin, fear struck Akatosh and thus pain was overcome by fear resulting in strength. Pushing the girls far away from the man.

"Let's die together!" The man yelled in a smug face.

Using the seconds for the grenade to explode, they use the table. As a shield, they utilize the table and to cover them from the gas. Akatosh blankets themselves with his coat and the table fabric.

Just a tick of a second, destruction burst into the house causing a large explosion attracting some other neighbors nearby. Luckily, the man didn't throw the grenade at them.

Knocking Akatosh unconscious while shielding the three lasses, fate turned him back to his senses. With a blurry vision, the house was already on fire as ceilings and woods begun to crash. Not only that, his shoulder was burned and hurts like hell as if a dozen bees stung.

Too, Akatosh's injuries begun to worsen, blood came gushing from his gutted stomach followed by vomiting blood. However, the three girls are lucky to be alive with minor injuries.

Seeing the front door blocked by rubble and burning timber. They had to find another exit and fast before the smoke and fire engulfed them to death. Using the back door of the house, cradling near the wall as they stick together. And to protect them from the intense heat of the fire, Akatosh covers the two girls the coat that they've recently used a while ago.

As for the lady and him, they used a different thick cloth. Hurried to the back door, the ceiling came crashing down upon them.

Mustering his last strength, gathering the three of them, he then pushed them out of the house. There his misfortune didn't end as one of the burning timber crashes down to his back driving him outside the house.

Leaving a brutal injury, pieces of his carcass were taken off from his back. He tries to scream in pain but blood gushes out his mouth leaving a squeaky voice. The great loss of blood drains him to death.

And with a trembling body, Akatosh managed to stand.

"Fuck." The last words Akatosh utters before falling flat on the ground. He could hear the voice of the lady calling for help, but it was no more, a pity indeed.

From there a cold feeling indulges the surroundings. Akatosh couldn't think, he couldn't move, he only felt someone is watching him. It's odd, a very dark sensation but neutral, a lonely feeling that he soothes till once again all was nothing.