The Another Soul
Ch. 3

Cclek

"I'm home."

No one's retaliating.

"I think he's still here. Nevermind."

I walked towards the bed, then threw myself. Today was quite exhausting.

Let me introduce myself once more.

My name is Sergio Vandelhein. Black-haired, black eyes with panda-like eye bags. And also a very interesting appearance.

I don't have parents. My only family member is my grandfather who died two years ago.

I live in a small, simple house. This house belongs to my grandfather. And now it's mine.

I don't know my parents' story. Every time I ask, grandfather just smiles and answers.

"You'll know."

That'sallthatis.

I can't force. In the end, the question that my parents never answered.

I breathed a tired breath.

"Mira. If only you were here."

I looked up at the table by the window.

Eh?

I just realized it.

"Where's my picture?"

I walk towards the table. I leaned over, seeing if the picture frame had fallen. But I didn't find him.

I saw the window open, then I looked down at the window. I thought I'd find a picture frame in the grass, but I didn't find it.

My only thought is...

"Fahrez."

As if answering my call. He just showed up in my room.

"Oh, you're home."

Say it lightly.

I'm starting to get upset with him.

"Fahrez, where's the photo on this table?"

She's staring. Then he put his hand into the jacket, after which a picture frame was seen.

"You mean this?" he said while showing it to me.

"Yes. Why'd you bring him?"

Fahrez stared at the picture frame. Then he played the picture frame. With a small throw.

"I just wanted to see your figure as a child. It turns out you haven't changed."

I don't like to see him play that picture frame.

"I don't care what you say. But, can you return that picture frame now? Honestly, I feel angry watching you play it."

He stopped playing the picture frame. He looked at me this time.

"Oh, you're mad at me."

"Yes. I'm upset. Now give it back."

I stuck my hand out. Re-requesting my stuff.

Fahrez smiled in anguish. "What if I do this."

Fahrez held the picture frame with just his index finger and thumb. As if he was disgusted by the picture frame.

I know what he's gonna do next.

"Don't mess with me."

I'm upset.

Fahrez raised his eyebrows next to his. "You're angry just because of this? Quite a surprise."

"Fahrez. Give it back."

I'm still sticking out my hand. Trying to ask well.

He tucks his shoulders. "Okay, I don't want to get into trouble. But I wanted to test you."

I frowned. Baffled.

Before I answer his words. Fahrez dropped the picture frame onto the floor. I tried to reach the picture frame, but it was too late.

The picture frame has reached the floor. The photo glass that had previously been cracked became broken. His picture frame was destroyed. Scattered on the floor.

I know a picture frame is just a small, meaningless thing.

But for me. That picture means a lot to me. Meaningfully.

Suddenly I felt my hands scratch. Like there was a little electric shock in my hand. Because I couldn't stand it, I stomped my hand to the floor.

What happened next, my floor was destroyed.

"........"

I'm speechless.

Plokkp..

The sound of applause filled the silence.

"One progression. I'm glad to see it."

I stared at Fahrez sharply. Signs I'm still mad at him.

Fahrez just smiled at me.

"Sergio. I'll explain what happened to you."

I still look at him sharply.

I'm still quiet. I feel like I want to strangle her neck right now. Or how good I am to break his neck.

Hm? Why do my mind have psychopathic thoughts?

"Do it now."

Fahrez. Still raising his hand, then he pointed at the picture frame.

This time he made me very angry.

Fahrez burned the photo. I don't know how he got the fire.

But the most important thing now.

I'm upset.

"Levi... I didn't know you were this low."

Fahrez or Levi. I don't know. Suddenly I wanted to name Levi.

While she. Just smiling sideways.

I hate his smile.

I want to take that smile away. Imminent. Really want.

And once again I felt something inside my body.

I felt like there was a great power inside me. I wanted to get it out, but I realized this power is dangerous. But I don't give a shit.

I'm ejecting. And what happened was a long whip appeared, no. More precisely clumped around my hand then turned into a purplish black whip with a terrifying aura.

Fahrez was surprised to see me. He's getting ready to leave.

"I won't let it!"

I stopped my free left hand. What happened next Fahrez was silent in front of me.

I don't really know what's going on, but this time it looks like he's been held back by something.

Fahrez started to sweat cold. His pale face was increasingly pale.

"OK, Okay! I'm sorry! Can you take me off now. It's starting to get scary."

"Huh...? Take you off after what happened? Realize your place is trash."

I walked slowly towards Fahrez. He's getting cold sweats.

"Hmmm.... Looks like something interesting happened here."

I turned my attention to someone sitting at the window. I didn't realize it at all.

"RAKKAH! Thank goodness you came here. Helpme! He's getting out of control!"

Fahrez asked someone who had just arrived for help. What's-her-name?

"Rakka's? Whatdoyouwant?"

I said coldly to him.

She, Rakka smiled a little.

"I just want to see you. It seems that the way I told the***** was useful."

I looked at Fahrez and Rakka alternately.

"So you planned it?"

Rakka jumped out of the window. "Yes. I was the one who planned this. And the ***** that just follows my orders."

"Oh... I see."

I hit my left hand again. Rakka stayed in her place. Just like the restrained Fahrez. Now I feel like killing them both.

This feeling is unnatural.

"Sergio." call Fahrez, I look at him. "You unleashed two forces at once this is actually dangerous."

"What do you mean?"

Fahrez looked at me deeply. "You will feel it soon."

I back up my hand. But this time what appeared was an air blow.

Fahrez and Rakka slammed into the wall. They can't move because they still seem to be constrained by something I don't know.

"Uhukkp... Uhukk... Now it's three" Rakka said, coughing.

I don't understand what he's saying. But I definitely want to kill them.

What feeling is this. I feel like I want to kill more people.

"Akh...!"

I spewed out a lump of blood.

Then I coughed hard with the blood coming out. I sat on the floor with my hands shutting my mouth.

What the hell's going on?

"I thought this would happen."

I don't know who's talking. But for sure they're on my left right.

"What are we gonna do?"

"It must have put him to sleep."

I'm still coughing downstairs. But I know they look at each other.

"Holden his body."

I feel like someone's hands are locking my movements. I felt what happened this morning.

"It."

"alright. Good night, my lord."

I feel like there's a sharp object coming into my neck. Inject it?

After that I felt sleepy. I want to sleep.

It didn't take long, I've entered dreamland.

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