The five fingertips landed on the forehead of the person who was sleeping, the sweaty body above the power of Pann’s mind. Force the large door that had blocked anyone from entering to open, welcoming those who had asked for permission to visit.

 

MEMORY

 

How can people separate fear and memory from each other? And if a virtual dream is a reality that we forget from memory, or what we think is always true, that is being tricked by dreams to believe with all our heart.

 

The owner of the power still knows that the mind locks the door of memory. If it is normal, Ramil often uses power only superficially. Because a thin line that prevents anyone from interfering with anyone's memory can be easily broken, altering it may produce the opposite result. Who knows whether it's good or bad?

 

The drifting state would be suitable for describing the translucent body that the little children ran through. He swept his eyes around the body. This is the orphanage church where Pann used to live. Christmas Eve is full.

 

With the aura of happiness, hope, and longing that these children lack, the hero of this night can't be anyone but Jett, a 12-year-old boy who has just passed the Eucharist in the morning. The body is taller than that of other children sitting in the middle of the dinner table. Next is the little boy with whom Ramil is very familiar.

 

Pann turned around to look as if he saw his translucent figure standing in the corner of the room, watching the celebration. He leaned his shoulder against the cold wall in the last month of the year, making the children in their fluffy coats look like lambs.

 

"Everyone, the dessert is here!!!"

"Yeah"

 

Because it was in the same plane as the door, Ramil didn't see anyone else coming to the dining table with a large cake in his hand. The only adult man of the church, the caretaker of this orphanage, stepped past him.

 

The body is the same height, the face is sharp without a moustache, and long hair is tied behind his back, even though he tries to transform himself from the original. But just a fraction of a second, Ramil immediately remembers that this man is definitely Faratu.

 

"Thank you, father!"

"Thank you."

 

"Well, children, before eating, what do we have to do first?" The face stained with a fake smile may be able to lure only the lamb, let alone the cake for the children, before he collapsed and sat down on the chair in the middle of the long table. The two tablemates' hands were raised to join before the prayer began.

 

"God, bless us..."

 

Because he did not take his eyes off the events before him, even for a second, he clearly saw that the man in the priest's uniform did not even raise his hand to coordinate or pray as others did. There is no dessert after meals often. Eating a cake on a special day for children is the highlight of the day, and the memory will stay with them for the whole year before it comes back again.

 

The gentle breeze blows through the tall window, open to the season's cold. The brightness from all the lights around the church, far from the suburban village, makes it appear as bright as a full moon. Faratu pretends to laugh at the children's amusing attitude. The tall body walks up. Greeting those in the speech before stopping to whisper to the boy Jett, who is sitting among a group of friends enjoying the cake in front of him.

 

Without paying attention to the father whispering something to Jett, Ramil moved out of the corner where he was standing. He walked next to Jett. The adult's tall body shrank to the same level as the child's. With the back of the chair tilted, the hands, the ears, the sound was loud, as if it were a splash from the other side of Faratu.

 

"After the sleep test, come to see your father in the room."

"Yes, father."

 

Ramil frowned; he almost couldn't wait for the meal to end, but he didn't want to rush his thoughts because he was afraid of missing something. Let the time pass until the children are separated to do their duties. He followed the boy Pann and his friends to the large bedroom with dozens of beds lined up. Sweeping his eyes while the children were preparing to take a shower and go to bed at the right time, writing with a large brush attached to the door of the room.

 

Not long after, the big moon turned off, leaving a few points of light—the sound of small toes running through the body to the inner bed. Ramil looked at it until the other person got into the blanket. Soon, Jett followed and stopped at the bed close to each other.

 

The closer to the appointment time, he felt a strange energy, a familiar aura multiplied. Ramil's heart beats like children pretending to sleep, afraid of being caught if they are not really asleep.

 

Kraek...

 

The red eyes stared at the door as it was being opened. Before he stared with eyes of the same colour into the darkness that made it look like a black shadow, before the tragedy happened, Ramil, the minion of Faratu, who was expelled for his loyalty to the rebels of Green Moore, could not be violated. While enjoying a meal without fear, it threw a bloodless body on the cold ground, before catching a new body that was about to run away instead. 

 

The tall body sitting meditated on the carpet in the bedroom was drenched in sweat, his eyebrows furrowed. Dry lips seemed to be trying to say something while the translucent figure in the memory was running after the little boy to the shelter under the stairs.

 

"I have to go see my father."

"Ta but"

 

"You and Elise are waiting here. I'll be right back!" Not in time for the second, a close friend will say no. People who can't default, even if it's time to chisel, take themselves to run to the place they promised. He doesn't want to leave the remaining children under the stairs, but he can't take his eyes off Jett either.

 

Ramil chose to follow the boy to the bedroom behind the church without moving, but opened it as if waiting for the boy to come. Jett did not hesitate to go inside. As for him, he stopped at the door because of the image in front of him.

 

The red eyes of the children's Bishop Dragul let their long hair grow. Thick hands hold their throats. It is hardly apparent that it is the same person as the kind father, and he thinks that the little boy in the monster's clutches does not know either. Because the hoarse voice of the person whose throat is being held is trying to call the name of the benefactor, Jett tries to resist while Faratu, in the body that he is familiar with, is about to bury the white neck of the unfortunate child. But it is interrupted by the sound of footsteps that are getting closer and closer. 

 

It made a gesture of inhaling the scent before separating from the victim in its hand, letting the boy, who was scared and didn't know where to hide, crawl into a place where a little consciousness would figure it out.

 

The tall body walked out of the bedroom. It tricked the little boy hiding behind the wall into thinking this place was safe, and Pann believed it. The little boy ran through the darkness to Father Dragul's bedroom. Light brown eyes scanned before opening the wall when he saw his friend hiding in a hiding place.

 

"Jet!"

"Father is gone"

 

"Well..."

"Chuu..."

 

I'm stuck, kid...

 

Faratu is back again. The aura of thirst is fierce, like that of an animal carcass. The red eyes weave the light of the hunter. The tip of the sharp fangs emerges. Lips came out. This time, it grabbed Pann’s body and hit the bed before taking action against another child as well.

 

He let Jett, who was kneeling on the floor, rest. Leaning towards another person who was getting out of bed. Jonoèl’s bloodline is aware of the cruel situation that he can't let it be...

 

Forcing the line of memory is no different from intending to walk into the abyss. It is impossible to know whether something is hidden beneath the darkness. The master of insight is accepting of becoming a slave to worry. He may not let the situation follow the rules of truth. Ramil will break down if it makes Pann survive.

 

The tall owner closed his eyes to harness the power in his body before using it to speed up and collide with Faratu's body, sending it floating and slamming into the bedroom wall with a loud thud. The translucent body gradually became clearer in the darkness. He stood in the way of Faratu. Let the little boy who didn't notice run away from Ramil's room, so the enemy can't set up and see his identity. He relied on the rhythm that Faratu was still stunned by injuries, moving up to the high beams in the hall of the church.

 

A large black shadow passed through the door. Faratu, who had begun to regain consciousness, was even angrier than before because he couldn't figure out what he was clashing with. Ramil caught it. Noticed that the other person looked more powerless than they should have. Because even a slight impact from the power that was not fully charged caused him injury, it is expected that Faratu is weak now. The rebel vampires probably don't have enough nourishing blood. So at this time, it needs someone's body to continue immortality.

 

It accelerated its feet after the little boy, who, however, could not survive the Jonoèl bloodline. The elder dropped his strength on his toes before the big beam shook. He waited for Jett and Pann to run through the dangerous stage of the decayed building. Before releasing the power down on the feet, hitting the old wood again, letting it fall on the body, longing for the blood of the younger brother.

 

Thick dust was scattered, but couldn't hide the red eyes of the person lying on the floor. Vampires who have never abstained from living with human blood, if missing only for a day, their skin will turn red. Faratu relies on the little sheep's blood to live. But it can only be saved a little bit, and can't be eaten. The whole body fears that their flock will panic. Until the day comes when the body yearns because it starts to weaken, they emerged from the dark to have dinner on Christmas Eve.

 

It looks up at the person who made the little victim escape, but the power that can't support the body that doesn't follow the mechanism betrays the person by leaving them in a state of unconsciousness for a long time.

 

It's fun!!

 

Before he could say goodbye to his younger brother, the sound of something moving on Ramil's head called for attention. The red eyes of the person who had forced the line of memory widened when he saw that the distant destination was appearing. The body of the little boy was sitting on his knees under a wooden beam that could not resist the law of gravity, without having to think too much. Ramil used his strength to move his body in. Obstruct the danger that was coming to Pann immediately. Strong arms attached to the large wooden beam. Use the shoulder slope to support the force that broke the whole body.

 

Light brown eyes forgotten in the darkness. As a child, Pann stared at the black shadow of the wooden beam that passed through Ramil's face. He couldn't say he was more intrusive. Even though he did everything far away, Ramil still stood there like that. Wait until the other person supported himself with a clumsy clinging to the wall and took the body out to the door.

 

Prim!!!

 

The candle lit during the fire ceremony was made from old wood. Good fuel that causes the fire to gradually erupt until it forms a large group, reflecting the fiery red light on all parts of the old architecture.

 

Only one second...

 

However, it's a long time in the feeling of the Jonoèl bloodline, even though the situation is so chaotic that there is not enough time to plan that if the power of the mind plays a joke with the line of time, he can't control what to do. The only thing Ramil Solay Jonoèl can imagine is adding him to Pann’s memory, closing the loophole, and slowly continuing to Jigsaw to make the other person's memory of Christmas Eve in the 12th year perfect...

 

Ramil uses the rhythm that allows the other person to see his face clearly, leaving a piece of the power of intuition in the deepest part of the memory. Let it slowly work with the past timeline, slowly creeping into the dream. Another door that opens because of the aftermath of breaking the rules of the power of intuition

 

Ramil Solay Jonoèl.

Panng!!!

 

Dream

 

Our minds are more open than the sea, deeper than indigo. It's completely dark, but full of sediment that sways slightly and affects various dimensions, both physical and mental, and the brain.

 

But Pann often dreams of a young man who is as handsome as a sculpture—the master of a great artist. The face is pictured, with black eyes, pale white skin, and black hair that is often neatly arranged, opening the forehead wide to look even more fascinated. He vaguely remembers that the first dream occurred on the day of his birthday celebration.

 

At 20, he rushed to bed because he had spent all day arranging the store. Pann was so tired that he was almost exhausted. Longing for rest until he didn't think there would be any time to sleep. But that night turned out to be the first night he met the owner of the smile, who was sneaking from the table next to him.

 

And after that, Pann often dreamed of someone he didn't know. He never saw a face in real life—a mysterious young man who never remembered the other person's name. There are only memories and strange feelings that are created before going to bed. The feeling of being bound, the sense of joy, the anticipation of what tonight will bring when Pann closes his eyes. In the diversion, he will meet that man again. 

 

The relationship develops from just eye contact to talking. Even when he wakes up, he can't remember the conversation. But the happiness in the heel is enough to give him the strength to fight through the busy morning, long from day to month, from month to year to year to year. Sometimes it's a dream in a row, sometimes it disappears from the dream, but he won't try to find it. But because he doesn't know where to start with the tip of the pen that skates across the used paper roughly.

 

The more the night passes, the more pure the heart is attached to hundreds of stories through getting to know each other. Through more contact than acquaintances, leave a cold kiss that is imprinted on him. Even when he wakes up, he can't forget as if it's not a dream. Develop until Pann may call it love. He doesn't want to wake up and start to fear that one day someone else will disappear from his dream as if nothing had happened.

 

Until one day, the day Pann was afraid, the fear came. In the morning, when he woke up from the hot sleep, a call from the phone rang. Ask him to accept the job. Repair the painting that has been affected by an unexpected accident. Even though the work is full, because he is a close friend, Pann accepted the job with no clear timeframe. There is no sign to tell him that this ordinary day will not make his life the same anymore. From the first moment he saw the face on the painting, his heart beat as if someone was beating inside. Some power sucked him into a dimension that had never been seen before.

 

Pann can't be sure who the dream's author is. He or it may just be a coincidence. Coincidentally, he became the one who unsealed the curse, freeing the person who slept for a hundred years.

 

Coincidentally, the person who fell out of the painting is the same person who has been waiting since my 20th birthday.

Coincidentally, he is the bloodline of the immortal race he is looking for. Coincidentally, he is the one who makes him never dream of a mysterious man who comes to do it.

 

We have known each other for many more years…

 

"Ugh!!!"

 

The gift of the person who is willing to pay to force the line of memory is not being able to predict what the line of memory will play with him. No one knows what happened in that door that kept Ramil from coming out. But the owner of the hand that touched Pann’s forehead was bleeding until the thrower Ramil fell to the floor of the room, until Methus, who was the most sensitive, guessed that something bad would happen. Open the bedroom door and enter with the rest of the people. Stacking the body that does not fall out of the memory in his arms

 

"Mekhin"

"Yes"

 

The doctor of Solay knows his duty. A thick palm is placed at the centre of the body before using the healing power. Even though I don't know what the other side of the memory is fighting against. At the same time, use two little hands to shake the brother's body.

 

"P'Pann, did P'Pann hear Pong!?"

"!!"

 

"Brother Pann!!"

 

It would be good if DR were now. But the black crow was given a mission to find the body of the missing pastor. This time, Methus, who was not very able to recover, had to separate from Ramil. Let the little Soley handle it. As for him, he came to take care of the elder, who was revived with blood flowing from his lips.

 

"Brother Pann, will it be okay?"

"It's okay."

 

As Methus said, he used his healing power only briefly. The person who escaped the ritual first, like Pann, opened his eyes in his embrace.

 

The softness grew as if he could think of something before moving the body, which was not good enough to alleviate the pain of being hit by the power of the mind.

 

"What about Mr Ramil?"

"You haven't left your memory yet."

 

Pann did not give up on his symptoms. Worrying about the other person made him forget the pain and take himself out of Methus's arms, even though the other person still wanted to extend the time to heal better.

 

"Yes, Mr Ramil."

"Mr Ramil, can you hear me?"

 

Pann supported Ramil's body to make it easier for Mekhin to heal while his lips called the other person nonstop. The person in the embrace's frown is a good sign that Ramil is still not going anywhere. Only the other person is stuck with something that refuses to come back.

 

"Mr Ramil, please, huh."

"Yes, Mr Ramil."

 

He doesn't want to be weak. But the little heart is afraid of losing another person until it can't stop the tears that flow down the clear cheeks. It drips on the face of the person in his arms. Flowing on the other cheek as if Ramil himself is crying.

 

"Mr Ramil"

"Ka, you can come back."

 

The end of the request of the person who lifted the seal of the curse. The eyelids of the body that had been imprisoned for hundreds of years gradually loosened. The eyes did not fight the light, blinked frequently, adjusting the blurred point of interest more clearly.

 

"Pann?"

"Mr Ramil!"

 

Ramil revived in the arms of the person he had just entered. Travelling through the person's memories, he moved his body up and sat up straight to embrace the other person, who cried nonstop into the embrace. Don't forget to thank the bloodline that took good care of him.

 

"I'm back, you don't have to cry."

..."

 

"Pann?"

"Hmm?"

 

The two hands that hugged him answered without strength. The owner of the small body, who forced himself to be worried, was now unconscious again.  The penthouse on the top floor, which was almost peaceful after the end of the ritual, was chaotic again. Mekhin was prepared to rest after Ramil recovered. Volunteer to take care of the body for those who were tired, and the effect of the ritual was only for a short time; the regular breathing returned to normal.

 

"Sigh"

"Thank you very much"

 

Three vampires came out to set up a discussion group outside the bedroom that was now occupied by the Winna brothers. They have a lot of stories to talk about.

 

"Did DR get back to you?"

"Still request"

 

"Sir, in Pann’s memory?"

"Drakul is Faratu; he is definitely not wrong."

 

".."

 

"He uses the blood of children in an orphanage to nurture power." The more he said, the more he saw the image that stuck in his brain. Ramil told all the events that happened to his bloodline. Now there is no story to hide, except the one that crosses the line of memory, until he meets someone whose identity cannot be confirmed.

 

A tall man who looks like a club that I've seen anywhere. The front of the church door with the trigger of the gun at Ramil kept this a secret until evidence was found to solve the problem. The evidence that he thought would be circling in this penthouse.

 

"You guys go to rest first. If Cair comes, follow me again."

The head was ordered before Solay's bloodline would return to the room on the next floor. Ramil walked back to the bedroom. Pokpong was still sitting. The small person was about to fall asleep, but resisted out of concern. Both brother and sister are the same.

 

"Pokpong"

"Brother Ramil?"

 

"Go to rest, I'll take care of you."

 

".. ..."

"I'll take care of it myself."

 

"I can still do it."

"The eyes are already closed."

 

Not in time to argue, the body did not love well; yawned out to object to the answer he could still defend; bowed his head to avoid the eyes of the night that looked at him affectionately before asking to rest in the small bedroom he was allowed to occupy temporarily. The bedroom fell quiet again. 

 

Ramil, who was tired of using the power, leaned back and prepared to rest as well. Even though his mind was still confused by the incident that had almost made him forget, Ramil thought the person who had been holding his vision had sneaked in and hugged him. There should be an answer for him because it seemed that the person who accompanied him was the two little boys who escaped first.

 

The brain that keeps thinking about something and refuses to close its eyes. The memory he has of Pann includes details of Chon at every point. Ramil is worried about what event he will forget until the story is interrupted. Ryo frowned tightly. Imagine the main hall in the church, the bedroom, and various places in the person's memory of the embrace. Before sighing heavily, when thinking about it again, he did not find a trace of the mysterious man in front of the door of the memory.

 

"Mr Ramil"

 

"1?"

 

"Since when did you come?"

 

'Woke up and teased me back?'

The other person's smiling face made him worry a little more. The effect of the ritual on both of us was not as heavy as we thought because Memin and Methus were able to help us in time.

 

"Does it hurt anywhere?"

"No, no."

 

"What do you see?"

"See that your father is Faratu"

 

"I see you..."

"..."

 

"Are you the one who saved my life?"

 

Ramil likes it when he touches his forehead down on the same organ as the other person. He feels like we have passed on the concern each person has for the other until it overflows. The eyes must have many meanings, but only two. A special relationship is formed. Don't care about the criticism of the different bloodlines.

 

"But I have a question."

"Yes"

 

"The man in front of the door with Elise and Jett who shot me...."

"Mr Van?"

 

"Mr Van?"

"Mr Van is the one who donates money to the orphanage."

 

"Every Christmas, he comes to visit us." Ramil is very familiar. But may not take himself out of the body in the embrace. He remembers this name as the first thing he sees in the morning, when he's looking for clues about this man.

 

"He hurt you because he thought you were a vampire who hurt us."

". ..."

 

"Why did I forget such an important thing before?"

"It's okay. Some memories fade over time."

 

"..."

"Take a little more rest."

"You too"

 

"I will hug you and never let you go until morning."

 

Fatigue that has not gone away to play again. This time, it controls the weak body from heavy use until the morning. Ramil tightens Pann close, using his chin on the group of black hair. Prepare to go to sleep before saying words that are like blessings to those who fall asleep with a smile on their faces.

 

"From now on, I ask you not to dream."

 

He lived when Pann was still fast asleep. Come out to manage the lingering thoughts in his brain until he almost didn't sleep. Slender hands took out the family's notes and sat down to read one by one. Scepticism swirled on the bookshelf.

 

If it wasn't because he had seen his face before, Ramil might not be anxious to find the answer. But because he was so familiar that it seemed to be hiding in the depths of his brain, he refused to reveal himself. As of now, there are 10 Noah's books piled on the carpet floor in his personal penthouse.

 

As the story passed for hours, from a few books, it began to pile higher and higher. Jonoèl's bloodline sighed tiredly because he started to get angry that he couldn't remember where he had met this man.

 

"Damn it!"

 

A thin book in his hand was thrown against a high pile on the floor. It collided with the same object before the two books fell onto the carpet. The open paper on the page was like an answer to Ramil Solay Jonoèl. Stop being annoyed by the drawing of a girl holding two babies, with the man in Pann's dream standing behind, under the painting depicting the matter of the Jonoèl bloodline.

 

"Mr Van?"

 

After a full day of going through the ritual to understand the mind, Pann rested tiringly. When he started to have energy, what he thought of first was a close friend who joined him to form a group of hunters. Jett and Elise, outside, probably have no memory of Ramil saving him.

 

"This basement is only for Hunters."

"You are the one who set this rule, Pann."

 

The eldest twin, Gene, blocked the stairs down to the underground. Paul set up with the person. Since turning the world into a good relative with the immortal race, He feels like he has been betrayed, and he doesn't want to meet face to face.

 

"I have something to talk to Jett and Elise."

"What else are you going to persuade your friends?"

 

"Paul"

 

It was Elise who interrupted. The girl in a black dress interfered with Paul, who made a displeased gesture before holding Pann’s hand and taking him down to the basement. It was a permission that this person still had the right to be at Hunter's house. Paul was not satisfied that he could not offend the group leader. He could only walk down to the room where his younger twin, two leaders, and one traitor stood, all with serious faces.

 

"You will come to ask to return to the group."

"..."

 

"Or will you come back to answer that leaving the group is just a plan?"

"I have something to tell you, Father Drakul."

 

"Hey"

 

It's not just Pann who tries to talk about the benefactor pastor in a bad way. Elise, who received information from the vampire of the Solay bloodline, tried to warn about the father's tricks. Try to coax him to believe that Father Dragul is an immortal demon like them.

 

"Don't you remember what happened in your father's bedroom, Jett?"

".."

 

"Don't you remember that the man who tried to kill you was Father Drakul?"

"Shut up"

 

"He feeds us."

"..."

 

"Do you remember why it likes to call you to meet after the sleep test?"

 

"I told you to shut up, Pann." Despite his thoughtful attitude, Jett didn't seem ready to listen to the truth he was hearing. He must have doubted and started looking for some evidence after being warned by Elise many times. However, because Jett worshipped his benefactor more than anything else, accepting the truth that this was not what he had thought it was was as difficult as the immortal race that had killed them.

 

"You try to think carefully, Jett."

"...."

 

"If your father is a normal person, you can't stand this condition for 10 years," Elise said at the end, before taking Pann out of the basement because she was worried that if he stayed a little longer, his two best friends would have problems again. The two bodies stood on the upper floor of the store.

 

"Give that doctor a little more time."

"Look, I know that I can't just accept the truth."

 

"Well, thank you, Elise."

"So how are you? Are you there?"

 

"I'm fine"

 

Pann secretly smiled. He was glad that Elise was still worried, even though he acted like a girl. She had to have a headache and often solve problems between him and the other. If in this relationship there was no Elise to coordinate, he and Jett would have killed each other side by side.

 

"It's good to have a vampire boyfriend, isn't it?"

"At least be together until the last day"

 

"I mean our last days as humans."

"Probably so."

 

"."

 

"I'll go first, Elise. If there's anything I can help you with, just let me know."

"You too"

 

Pann came back from the place where he had found it with the last sentence of Elise stuck in his head. No human can defy the law of death, and one day he will die from the immortal king of Jonoèl. It is something that we both have to accept one day.

 

The body of the leader of a group of hunters named Hunter went to a private hospital in the suburbs. For the second time, he had to hide. The body of the benefactor was freed from the clutches of the devil, who came to adventure incessantly. They found his father's body among the ruins. The next morning was like a nightmare. Jett thinks that, fortunately, even though his father was unconscious, he still had breath. But who knows that the body of the benefactor has been sleeping for a long time since that day to the present. 

 

He tried to find a cure with both new and old medicines, but no way works. The only thing that can be done in return for nurturing is to keep this body until the appropriate day.

 

He never thought that, even after decades, Father Drakul would still be as young as yesterday. Never wondered why the collapsed architecture damaged this body, but still regained breathing until receiving the 1st warning from a close friend like Elise.

 

Jett doesn't want to go back to yesterday on that nightmare night. He tries not to keep any details in his head. Remember only resentment. Cultivate the subconscious mind to live in a way that helps clean up what the human race has done to its fellows.

 

He hated himself for being so compliant that he began to find clues about the orphanage where he grew up. Trying to find out the identity of Father Drakul, who he was, even though he never questioned and trying to sleep as deeply as possible to bring back the memory of that day.

 

Every sound heard, every sharp smell, every image you see.

 

"Father"

"Is it really you?"

 

A strong mind never loses tears for anything. But the more you search for the deeper truth, 12-year-old Jett denies the first image in the bedroom behind the church where he ran at the speed of his life. In the hope of helping another person leave together, the tall body in the bedroom looks scary, leaving the hair. It covers the face, but I can see the red eyes clearly.

 

"Is it really you?!"

 

Jett doesn't want to think about how much he missed by cherishing the body of the person who is thinking of using his life to nurture his power. I don't want to think about how long it's been loyal to do everything, every way for the benefactor that he worships.

 

The tall body stopped standing at the end of the bed for a long time. The brain, which had been working hard, began to fight poorly until it almost destroyed the belongings in the way of the ears. He suppressed the good emotions until they became a grudge in his hot chest. Thick hands slowly drew the money knife from the pants pocket.

 

Suppose Drakul's father is his big mistake, like that. I have to send this body back to take responsibility for the evil that I have done.

 

"Dam, I'll give it to you."

 

The tip of the silver knife pressed down on the left chest of the tall body on the queen-size bed in the quiet VIP lounge. The trembling hand was so sweaty that it fell out of the knife. It loosened from the chest, pressed a little deeper, and fell to the floor, making a loud noise that echoed throughout the room. The owner of the trembling body, not losing control of his hands, shrank down to collect powerful weapons, his eyes red from holding back the water, slowly supporting himself to stand up again, a newbie.

 

But...

"!!!"

 

"What are you doing, my dear?"

"Yes, father"

 

The body that had been sleeping for decades sat down on the white bed, a kind smile like the one on his face yesterday, one that hadn't changed since the first day I met him. A thick hand grabbed Jett’s neck, who was still not fully standing.

 

The greeting that makes the owner of the loyal body float up from the ground because the other person stands upright on the bed. The toes are trying to find a place to hold onto two hands, but can only hold one hand of the person who has not let go.

 

It slowly moved its face closer to the red eyes; the image was projected repeatedly. Overlapping, it was the same person as the man who attacked Jett in that bedroom. The eyes had to reflect the face of the loyalist who was about to run out of breath. The last image Jett saw was a sharp fang protruding from the lips before everything went completely dark.

 

"Lord, I bow down to you. Stay here.”

"I accept that you are the creator and give up all of me for Him."

 

"Amen"

 

"The name of the Father, the Son, and the Spirit, amen." A tall glass containing a red liquid was held out in front of the little boy. At the age of 12, Jett attended the Eucharist on Christmas Eve and moved up to dance in the ceremony. Two small hands received a glass from the benefactor's father. White face, black hair gathered at the back, with a kind smile.

 

The child's lips did not even reach the end of the glass before slowly tilting it a degree, without noticing that the kind smile he saw was just a fairy tale meant to deceive the child.

 

The light eyelids opened, reflecting the high ceiling in the VIP room of a private hospital. The black eyes swept away from the body lying slowly on the floor. It raised both hands, sat up straight, then stood up fully.

 

"Pussy"

 

Sharp eyes are always a soulless body that is so thin that it almost leaves only bones on the bed. Faratu spends time on his old body, which gradually disintegrates as it becomes completely powerless. Before he closes his eyes, he inhales until his lungs are full and takes the occupied body to recharge the energy that has been missing for a long time, outside the door that the unfortunate girl opened, wearing a white shirt.

 

"Mr Jett?"

 

"Screaming!!!"