At night, it covers the sky until it is completely dark. But there is still enough space for the big moon to live and show off. It emits light that reflects the shadow, affecting everything beneath it. In the night, not even a single star appears. Even a few stars, woven through the curtains, hit the bed in a small room. Even without this, anyone is open, but the light from the moon is bright enough to see the thin body lying on the bed under a thick white blanket. 

 

Two small hands embrace their own bodies to warm up from the cold air of the air conditioner. Clear cheeks rest on the pillow, and the favourite leaves are entirely closed. The white body moves slightly because it is lying in the same position. Everything is normal for a long time. But who knows in the depths that can't be touched. His sleep tonight is full of stories that have passed again and again. 

 

The story of the Sweaty sweet face, let go of the sheet, lifting it to cover the naked back of the mysterious young man. Face down with the upper arm that supports his head. Thin lips tightened, holding back the sound of pain.

 

Drops of water accompanied the light brown eyes until the image before him was completely blurred. Everything remains clear, as if this had not happened; it's just a dream. The slender fingertips came to chase the pale face of the strong body's owner. Touching his eyes, Pann stared at him as well.

 

The little heart was pounding, blinking, chasing the water on the raft, its eyelashes fluttering, as it tried to support his consciousness in remembering this mysterious man. But the little conscience that he hoped to help, the sweet touch of the owner of the black eyes destroyed it. He leaned his face down to repeatedly kiss his lips for a long time. 

 

The cold kiss slowly slipped and consumed his consciousness, fading. The tip of the tongue that chased all over the mouth cavity, collected every drop of water, and immersed as if tasting the favourite nectar. It was filled with emotions that made it impossible to let go. Long until he almost couldn't breathe.

 

This time, he couldn't separate his feelings from what he was facing in front of him, whether it was a dream or too much. The little heart was with the taste that the other person gave. Scoop the strange feelings that formed before everything ended when the night was gone...

 

Rrrrrr....

Huh!!!

 

The sound of the clock telling the time comes from a luxury phone placed on the bedside table. The owner of the thin body where he lives rests, opens his eyes wide, startled out of the thick blanket. Two hands hold the face that has passed. 

 

There is not enough rest, even though it starts to sleep at 7:00 a.m., even though it's not even 9 p.m., and the slender fingertips press the phone's screen to turn off the noise. It went off every day, and the sound of mouldy cars outside soon made traffic in the capital congested.

 

Pann Winnala spent almost 20 minutes moving around on the soft mattress. Laziness to play with the tired body of a 26-year-old young man from a dream that was not the first time that happened. He didn't count how many times this time it was when he closed his eyes and dreamed of a pale white body that gave a wonderful kiss as if he had been enchanted. Let him forget to touch it in the morning when he wakes up. 

 

This time, at the same time, the kiss with the cold was still imprinted to get up to do his daily routine. It kept thinking of the smell of the body that was embraced. The cherishing in Pann's eyes recalled his face as if it were an old oil painting image that had been forgotten in the deepest part of the house. But everything had to continue before it was too late. The toes touched the cold tile floor. He walked naked and took himself to the bathroom.

 

"Sigh"

"Stop being distracted and go to work, Pann."

 

The hoarse voice said to himself softly, trying not to think about the last incident. Keep doubts and traces of feelings under the washed-away face. Two hands caressed the swiftly flowing water. He didn't have much time to hold back because before he could get out of bed to smoke his soul, he rushed in at almost 7:30 a.m. Pann is virtually full if you're still buzzing like this.

 

He didn't spend much time managing the storefront because everything was kept in an orderly manner before closing. Two hinged doors were opened to welcome antique collectors from all over the world. Two little hands twisted a wet cloth to clean utensils. Some devices began to accumulate unwanted dust due to improper storage. 

 

Pann’s morning was full of plans to move things stored inside for sale. At the same time, some pieces were taken out by the new owner. He awakened his diligence because he had to select many items from the storage room alone. Pann lives in this house alone. The top is a private area. The bottom is converted into an antique shop. Various collectables that he got from everywhere. The responsibility is something more than one person can handle. But he has done it alone until he got used to it. 

 

Maybe because he has been alone since his father and mother left, and his brother was fostered by a family ready to care for him. And take care better than him, who, after graduation, came out to manage the antique shop every day.

 

"Hmm, I've never seen this wooden box."

"Where did this book come from?"

 

After brushing off the dust on the book's page, his slender eyebrows furrowed together, trying to understand the strangely shaped letters on the cover. He took out his phone from his pocket. He pressed to take a picture of the search cover on the translation application.

 

Aeternaliter in Latin means eternity. This book is beyond his needs. Instead, it attracted attention to the fact that he had to take it out of the underground storage room. Pann didn't think about selling this on the self-product. He kept it on his desk as a personal item. Even though he couldn't read a page in it, he couldn't stand up and down the stairs dozens of times. Two hands arranged objects of different sizes, and moved them in and out. 

 

He went back and forth to analyse the appropriateness until he was satisfied. Sometimes he came out to welcome customers without interruption before I had time to stuff the sandwiches that the Delivery brought in the morning and afternoon.

 

Beautifully arranged teeth snapped the chicken sandwich in his mouth, while the big, round eyes still didn't explore the fact that it was arranged in a satisfactory place. He put his body on his favourite wooden chair. Pick up his mobile phone to check messages from online customers. His busy days didn't seem to end easily. 

 

However, the chaos that comes with money is preferable to a quiet life. Pann spent almost an hour taking pictures of the product, uploading them to the application, and sitting, answering questions that bounced back and forth nonstop until the phone rang, drawing his attention from the computer screen.

 

Rrrrr...

Jett

 

"What's up?"

"There is work to do"

"Don't you want to ask if I’m  free or not?"

"If you're busy, you still have to do it."

 

He accidentally smiled because of his best friend's stubbornness.

 

There are only a few people in his life, and Jett is one of them. Even if he says it, he knows that if there is no real urgent matter, people like Jet would not think of contacting for help like this.

 

"Is there anything for me to serve?"

".."

 

The end of the call was silent for a moment until he had to lift the phone away from his ear to see who else was still on the line.

 

"Hello?"

"A child damaged the painting at the gallery, I don't know."

 

"Hmm?"

"It's also an important painting, so I want you to help me fix it."

 

"Isn't the gallery closed for renovation?"

 

"To tell you where there is a child, I don't know where to ruin it." In addition to Jett's entertainment business, he also opened an art gallery. He never had a chance to go once because it was closed for a long time. For the reason that Jett didn't tell anyone, but guessed for himself that he would be more fascinated with night business.

 

"Are you in a hurry?"

"I'm not in a hurry, but you come in and take the picture first."

 

"And where did you tell me not to hurry?"

"After closing the shop, you can pick up the picture. I'll let Elies wait."

 

"Well, let's send the location."

 

Jett's end of the line was cut off without being able to say goodbye. Soon after, his phone screen received a message from the owner of the chaos that made him waste time resting after closing the shop.

 

He clicked to see the message from Jett, a place that was almost 40 minutes away from the capital—hidden in the rural highway, the route had been a shortcut to the province.

 

Pann looked at the clock in the corner of the screen. In less than an hour, it was time to close the shop. He decided to press Shutdown. The computer in front of him has documents. The chaotic pile on the table was gathered into a small basket. The tall and airy figure got up and twisted his body until the sound of bones sounded like when rubbing a plastic bag. 

 

He closed his eyes and took a breath while his hands were raised above his head. And let out the breath while slowly lowering his hands to be conscious and rest his eyes that had been staring at the screen for a long time to relax.

 

The shop sign was turned over to read "closed". He moved the door bolt to ensure the lock was tight. Looking inside the shop through the large mirror, he didn't forget to turn off the light. Before taking himself to the car parked on the side, he had to shift to manage the belongings that were not neatly arranged after returning from Jett's gallery. Because, looking at the time, it would be close to the busy period. If you continue to spend time at the shop every day, you will reach the gallery by sunset.

 

The sound of the engine started for a moment. A pair of beautiful hands pushed the car's gear down and retreated from their own semi-shop. Driving according to the route that the GPS told on the phone screen for 40 minutes. You will get there if you don't get lost. 

 

Even though it's been quite a long time, Pann feels good that it's not the route to the city. Otherwise, he would have been sitting behind the wheel in pain for another hour because of traffic. The route out of the city is quite calm. He kept humming as the car made its way through the last turn before reaching the destination.

 

*Wise men say Only fools rush in.*

 

He is particularly passionate about old music. That may be due to ownership. Antique shop too.  Pann's playlist is not out of 505's songs.

 

*But I can't help falling in love with you.*

 

The slender fingertips knock on the steering wheel, along with the edge of the mouth that snaps the words to the song. It will take less than 200 meters, and according to the GPS, it will take 40 minutes. His destination is a gallery hidden behind a neglected flower garden.

 

The toes touch the brake when the eyes meet the iron fence with a vine pattern. It is open to receiving, but no curator is waiting, as Jett said.

 

Pann took the communication device out of the lock in front of the fingertip car control. Press the last call list before pressing contact back to anyone. Another person brought him here.

 

"Hello, Jet"

"If you arrive, you can go in."

"Where is Elies?"

 

"Staying around there, the painting is on the 2nd floor. Walking up, I found the only one and put it on the floor."

 

"Okay"

 

The end of the line was cut off without saying goodbye again, likely because of the loss of a good friend, Mulu. Pann shook his head slightly before turning off the engine in front of the fence. The tall and airy figure stretched out of the car to take himself into the gallery that had been lacking care for years.

 

In fact, it's not even time for the sun to say goodbye to the horizon. But when winter comes, the large planet wants to get off work faster than usual. At this time, the sky shines golden, ready to wave goodbye soon.

 

Pann touched the toes covered with a pair of white sneakers along the marble-tiled walkway. The right wall is open-worked with typical Gothic art. Mystery and a lack of care made him think that this gallery seemed to hint at a hidden story at every step he took. The light brown eyes looked around with interest before narrowing his eyes when he saw a surprise sculpture in the middle of the garden, which was now full of large trees. Vines and various plants cover almost the entire centre of the garden. He stopped on tiptoe. Intently looking at a sculpture that resembles Jesus's crucifixion, but it has wings and is wrapped around barbed wire.

 

Ka Ka Ka

 

He was slightly startled because he was shocked by the sound of a crow emerging from the bushes not far away. Calling to come back with the sound of a clock at 18.00 hrs, which he often set up so that he could get out of work in an orderly manner.

 

His toes rushed to take him up to the 2nd floor of the architectural building, perfectly influenced by Roman and Muslim styles. The sound of echoing footsteps hitting the tiles was still loud. It didn't take long to reach the 2nd floor of the gallery.

 

"Are you on the floor?"

"..."

 

"Let's take a look around"

 

Because there was no one to guide me, and I didn't know the direction of the gallery. Pann walked in the direction where he thought he would find a picture of the problem man falling on the ground, and it seemed lucky that he was just a few steps from the stairs up. In front of him, a Rogo art picture frame fell on the floor.

 

He crouched down to explore the damage to the work before discovering that, in addition to the broken glass and the cracked frame, the painting inside was also damaged. It appears to be unintended from the glass fragments that break out.

 

'The Vampire of Greenmoore'

 

The title of the image was pasted on the caption on the wall. He opened the messenger bag containing the repair equipment and slowly brushed off the dust. Anything that obscured the beauty of the oil painting, including the dust mites that floated through the air, gradually faded along with Pann’s face, which began to appear suspicious in the presence of the young man in the painting. 

 

The slender eyebrows frowned towards each other. He was not very confident, but the little heart began to beat so hard that he had to let out a breath through his mouth. The slender fingers slowly moved the obscured pieces of glass. The painting's scenery came out a little. A pale white face. Thin lips that he is familiar with. The black eyes that devoured him as if there was magic in them, but the body was fixed by chains....

 

"Why?"

"Why"

 

Pann swallowed his saliva down his throat with difficulty. He couldn't find any reason for him to see the drawing of the mysterious man whom he dreamed about almost every night. Even though he was vague, he remembered the face's appearance as if it were a sculpture.

 

The beautiful pair of hands trembled until he could no longer support the cleaning brush. It fell on the painting, calling his consciousness back, but it was so slender until his fingertips touched the broken glass.

 

"Oops"

 

He raised his thumbs to see the work his moisturiser had done. It's good to carry a medicine plaster with him. He let the red water slowly flow out of his fingertips. Use the other hand, if still intact, to find the plaster without paying attention.

 

That second, a drop of blood, according to the rules of downward gravity, hit the painting 'The Vampire of Greenmoore' in front of him, and it was at that moment that Pann felt like being pulled. As if I was going to lose my heart..

 

Huh!

 

It's similar to waking up from a dream. It's like someone wakes you up from sleep.

 

The big, round eyes that were sleeping slowly forgot before discovering that in front of him was just an empty chair that lined up to the back door. It was a church, he thought so.

 

The confusion caused the water to flow into the eyes. The white body trembled almost uncontrollably. The sweet face turned left and right. Trying to find a way to escape from a different place from a few minutes ago.

 

The owner of the white body, clad in an oversized shirt, tried to support himself to stand up, unaware that his now slender fingertips would not receive first aid. Pann pinched his arm with full strength. Touching the pain came up to make him realise that he was not dreaming now. His hands were soaked in sweat; his face was anxious and confused, turning in all directions before he turned around.

 

It's similar to a dream. He hasn't woken up yet. It's like the pain just a moment ago was just a lie.

 

Pann seems to be cursed with the inability to move. A pair of beautiful eyes widened. It reveals ignorance and fear, but it is hidden with the courage to move out of the bondage because I want to know that the image that appears in front of me is not just an imagination.

 

The tall, pale, white body stood straight on the cement platform in the centre of the architecture. He understood that it was a church ceremony. Two hands were nailed with a wrapped bow, surrounded by the head of the pillar carved in the shape of a rose.

 

The face was discreetly lowered to look at the ground. Completely closed. The lips were pale as if there was no blood. The hair fell on the face until it was almost invisible. But he remembered that the owner of the body imprinted on this platform was the mysterious man depicted in the damaged painting in the gallery, and was the same person he had seen on his fence.

 

"Ah... What the hell?"

"..."

 

"Oops!"

 

To be honest, Pann wanted it to be just a dream. He made up his mind longer than he would pinch himself again and pray that his body would not suffer any pain. But it turned out to be red again, proving that what was in front of him was indeed so. It's not just a thought in the sleep.

 

I don't know why. Maybe it's a fraction of a little courage that makes you move your toes forward instead of turning back to the door, but before you find a reason. The sweet face looks up at someone else who seems to be unaware of the stranger's arrival.

 

He didn't hear the breath. I can't hear any sound coming from the left side of the chest. I can't feel the word life coming out of the immobilised body. It makes me wonder if the body is still alive.

 

Slightly sensitive brown eyes. Gather the courage to touch the face. But before the fingertips touch, the reflection from the red jewel hits the eyes. Pann remembers it well: it is the same necklace the mysterious man wears. 

 

I don't know when the fear will disappear from the brain. It was replaced by another person's worry that he can't stand it, and doesn't care that the wound on his fingertips still hasn't healed.

 

The drops of blood stained the fingertips without feeling any pain. On the other hand, Pann forgot that the mirror had just cut him. He didn't know at all that the worry in the other person's body would be dangerous. 

 

There was so much that he forgot the ignorance and the way to escape from this place at first. Pann let go of his body and mind. Raise your fingertips to touch the face that sent a cold cough.

 

..."

 

The bright red blood touches the smooth face. The atmosphere around the body is calm and motionless. There is only the sound of his heart that is rumbling and even louder after the eyelids are completely closed and widen with an upright head.

 

!!!

"Who are you?"

 

Pann understood the word goosebumps. But he was not shocked by the black eyes fixed and the hoarse voice that came from the lips. The tall body was fixed. The two hands that were spread out because of the chain were torn away by the example. Until there was a wide noise. 

 

He washed his hand that had touched the other person's face and raised both hands to cover his ears to protect himself from the sound of the chain that had not stopped until the last sound of the thick steel bar that fell on the marble floor.

 

The other person has been released from the iron shackles. The strange situation before him prompted him to close his eyes, blocking out the chaos. While the clear eyes were almost closed, the strong body that had been calm on the cement platform in the middle of the wide hall rushed forward before everything went dark with his consciousness...

 

He couldn't move. His thin body seemed to be trapped by something heavy. He was stunned until his whole body was numb. The clear eyes were pinched beneath eyelids still completely closed. He slowly opened his eyes and raised his hand to block the light from the neon lights that made him have to close his eyes again to adjust his focus.

 

!!!

"Hey!"

 

He knew the cause of the symptoms as soon as his eyes were normal. It is appropriate that the body will be numb until it is almost insensitive because of someone else that he has just found in a strange dimension, the owner of a tall and airy body that was pinned with chains on a cement platform in the middle of the church. This place seems like a dream, but it's not. Now, it has proven a millionth time that the strange things that actually happened to him in the past few hours are all true.

 

"You"

"Can you get up?"

 

The mysterious man was still lying on his body, not moving. With two hands, the small couple decided to push the owner away from the body until the other person turned over and lay on his back on the floor. He quickly surveyed the area to confirm he had returned to Jett's gallery. Next to the floor, the same painting remained.

 

"What should I do?"

"You"

 

He was thinking that he hadn't left this place yet. He kept sitting and shaking the unconscious body of the other person until his hands were all sore. Maybe it's because of the bond from dreaming of this man. I don't know how many times it makes the mind command above the brain.

 

"Or call Jett"

 

The phone screen displays the name of the latest incoming call. Pann has no reason anymore. Even though he had intended to call the owner of the good gallery at first to tell him that his life had become chaotic after touching this place. But the brain is unreasonable; it stops the action. Pumping feelings into the mind to be the master instead of Consciousness seems overwhelming, making him decide to do something stupid, like now.

 

He cursed himself in his head every time while supporting the other person's body to the car parked in front of the gate. The sun has not yet set. It has just passed since he stepped into the gallery gate not long ago. But the lights around this place began to illuminate in some parts. I don't know whose skills. Perhaps Elies, a good curator, allowed his best friend to spend a long time looking at something unknown in the painting.

 

The unconscious body was released from the back seat. On the other hand, the painting was removed and placed on the car's floor. If the owner of the painting knew, he would have scolded him until the smoke came out of his ears. But the merriness made the body feel heavy. 

 

Since morning, sighing heavily, I have given up the priority. At this time, he imagined only a soft pillow on the bed at home more than anything else. So, he rushed to the driver's seat before moving out of the gallery, and then, thinking about what to do with the unconscious body and the painting beyond the dimension that had been brought back.

 

I don't know why. ...

 

Exactly 40 minutes, but this time it includes the time he carries the other person's body to leave on the sofa in the living room. He managed to move the body of the mysterious man to sleep in the position that he thought would be the most comfortable, even though the toes of the body, almost 190 high, went past the end of the sofa backrest.

 

The blanket is kept for use when the younger brother comes from time to time. This time, someone else seized it as a cold guard from the living room air conditioner, which will be used for a long time.

 

"What the hell are you doing?"

 

Pann stood on his waist, looking at his work, lying still. I will go back now, but it will not be in time. To carry this body out to sleep on the roadside in front of the house seems a little mean.

 

"Take it"

"I'll think about it tomorrow."

 

He walked into the bedroom next to the person on the sofa. Manage his feelings and fatigue by taking a shower. Today, he was so tired that he forgot to eat, even though he had only eaten one sandwich. But even though his stomach was growling now, he was not diligent enough to get up and go out to find something to eat in the kitchen. The only thing Pann needs now is a good night's sleep, even if the luxury phone hasn't set the alarm.

 

Fatigue has been consuming me all day, and when my head hits the pillow, I can't close my eyes in time to think about the strange events that have happened throughout the day. He quickly fell asleep. Collect the night energy of the chaotic day in the most effective way to wake up and deal with anything. I don't know what I fell asleep in the living room.

 

He seemed to forget to pray before going to bed to wake up brightly in the new morning, so he had to wake up to the excitement that almost made him have a heart attack. The alarm clock rang loudly from outside the bedroom.

 

He startled himself out of the blanket until he almost turned his face down on the floor because of carelessness. The beautiful hand twisted the door bolt to loosen the latch before pushing it out to meet the situation in front of him.

 

"Who are you?"

"What are you doing?"

 

Another time, he heard the same question from another person. But this time, he didn't answer; instead, he asked why the other person had turned his TV to the ground, until it displayed a blue image, and acted as if he was going to be shocked, until he had to run to pull the plug out.

 

"What did you do to my TV?"

"What is a TV?"

 

"Well, why did it come down to the ground like this?"

 

He crooked down and held the TV screen on the floor. Explore the damage, which should be really damaged. His big, round eyes looked up at the tall owner in a clean, white cotton dress. The black slacks that he has been wearing since the gallery. 

 

The eyes were resentful, but the frustration was awakened by being unready. Additionally, he discovered that his expensive TV had fallen off the edge of the screen and hit the ground, cracking it.

 

"Where is your house? Can you call someone to pick you up?"

"Huh?"

"Who can I remember? Is it memory loss?"

 

"You"

"Who are you?"

 

The person returned to him with the same question again. He stood up fully. The height that fit only the tip of the other person's nose made him look up to meet the other person's black eyes. Rattikarn said to answer a stranger's question in the real world.

 

“My name is Pann.”

"I helped you from the gallery because you lost consciousness."

 

"What is your name?"

"Ramil"

 

"Ramil Solay Jonoèl."

 

Pann only remembers the first syllable of the long sentence that Ramil said. No matter how it appears, it's not Thai, which makes him even more suspicious of the other person. But before starting to mourn anything, the tall body that got up to destroy his TV collapsed, sat on the floor, holding his heart as if he was seriously injured. 

 

This time, he supported another person on his personal mattress. Before picking up a multi-purpose solid white pill that he bought from the convenience store and putting it in the mouth of another person. Almost half a glass of drinking water, until the other person nearly choked.

 

"Just"

"What do you want me to eat?"

 

"Yapara, I'll go down and make something for you to eat. You go to bed first." He used his fingertips to wipe the water that the other person choked on and stained his lips. Holding a tall body, it was like running out of energy and stubbornly lying down on the bed.

 

Before taking yourself to the kitchen opposite the living room, the slender finger quickly tore the packet of ready-made food. It hit the fingertip wound that he had completely forgotten.

 

"Forget it, think about it."

 

The kettle turned on, glowing green, ready for a meal. He managed to pour it into a clean white bowl containing chicken-flavoured, ready-to-eat liquid food. Slender hands opened the kitchen equipment drawer, picked up a spoon and stirred the liquid food continuously. Wait until it swells and is ready to eat.

 

Rrrrr...

 

The first call of the day is not the last call of the previous day. The phone screen placed on the kitchen counter shows the name of a close friend who owns the gallery.

 

"Hello"

"How are you? Can you fix it?"

 

"It's possible, but it may take time."

 

He replied at the end of the line as his hands kept carefully stirring the food in the bowl, while his head thought about the story that happened in the gallery yesterday. He wasn't sure if Jett knew that his collection of paintings came to life and slept on his bed. And he wasn't sure if he should tell Jette about it.

 

"How long?"

"The picture has scratched glass, and the frame is broken."

 

"..."

"It's almost done, I'll tell you."

 

"Thank you very much"

"Wait, don't just put it down."

 

"What's up, Pann?"

"No"

"Are you sure?"

 

"Well, if it's done, I'll call you." This time, it turned out to be him who rushed to cut the script before the end of the line, as always. Pann chose to hide yesterday's secret from himself and let everything go until he found a reason, a way out or whatever it was. There was a lot of strange concern that tied him to someone else who supported him in the position, leaning against the back of the bed.

 

"If you still don't want to sleep, eat something first."

 

"

..."

"It's edible. I didn't put poison in it."

 

He proved to the other person's approval by scooping small liquid food into his mouth, before handing the cup to someone who hadn't stopped frowning.

 

"Eat it all. If you can't get up, put it next to the bed."

"I have to go to work. I'll turn on the TV, but you don't break it again."

 

He was too afraid that the eyebrows on his pale face would not return to their original state. He looked confused, and even more so, until the symptoms became clear when he picked up the remote to turn on the TV next to the bedroom wall. The image on the screen shows a fierce scene from the foreign series, but it is interrupted by the person in bed, who is now preparing to throw a bowl of porridge at the TV, destroying his property for the second time.

 

"Wait a minute"

"Don't you see that it will hurt us?"

 

"Where? Who?"

"In that black box"

"TV?"

 

"You, the people on TV, can't hurt us."

".

"And it's just a series, just a show."

 

"...

Before being surprised by the other person's confusion about the technology surrounding his body, how could he forget to take himself across the world, not knowing from which era the painting that was now still piled up on the desk below came?

 

"Press this button, and it will change the subject. This button closes. Press again to turn on."

 

"La....

Rrrrr...

 

Well, before he can go down to open the shop and handle the pending work, it's already 8:00 a.m. The mobile phone's notification sound played again, calling the person who was still excited about the LED television to be excited again when he picked up the small square before turning the sound off.

 

"This is a phone"

"For long-distance communication"

 

"I have to go down to open a shop. What do you want? You walk down to me. Let's go downstairs."

 

He decided to leave the person who didn't understand everything. Let him manage his own thoughts. As for him, he ran to the bathroom to take care of himself after a messy morning. From the moment the store's door opened, customers gradually came to browse various old collectables that he had just updated to the online world the previous day.

 

His toes hit the granite floor as he ran around the shop. It's up to the customer to call. He used his energy to answer questions, smile, and look for things hidden in different corners. It's another day when breakfast starts in the afternoon. The favourite sandwich is still the first choice for days when you don't want to use your brain to think about what to eat. But today, there are more than two boxes because he is intentionally ordering for someone else who lives on the second floor of the house.

 

The slender hand slides the fingertips to transfer money from the application to the rider who drives away without even looking at the screen to check the neatness. People trust each other. 

 

That's an exaggeration. He shook his head and walked back into the shop, where he now had time to rest for a while. He was going to bring another box of sandwiches to the person who had just got porridge for breakfast a few hours ago. But before he stepped up the stairs, the owner of the tall body, wearing the same dress from the previous day, appeared on the stairs.

 

"Are you getting better?"

"Well"

 

"Ah, lunch"

"I don't know what you're going to eat, but buy the same."

 

"Where is this place?"

"My house, my shop"

 

Another person's bare feet explored around his shop. The height he reached, standing on the top floor of Self, made his head move in various alleys. The person is interested in everything around the body. In addition to stopping to look, pick it up and flip it over repeatedly. Many times, he would walk over to him in his seat to bite the sandwich and solve his doubts.

 

"This is an iPod to listen to music. It's old and bad, but it can still be played."

"Really?"

 

"But people don't use it anymore."

 

The tall body's owner nodded. Walked back to put the small music player back in the same place. Before continuing to explore, Pann felt like he was playing a quiz with the little boy. But he didn't bother at all. Instead, he felt even more enjoyment in explaining many things to another person, fortunately, in the afternoon. Customers can't go in and out at the same time, so he rarely has time to pay attention to people who are now walking with smart vacuum cleaners.

 

"You"

"Khun Ramil"

 

The owner of the name left his attention on the vacuum cleaner in the area and ran into the table pole. Turned his head back to look at him at the moment. Turn the sign in front of the store to 'Closed' because it's time to go home.

 

"Are you okay? Take a shower and go out to find something to eat."

"You should wear my clothes."

 

I'm not sure if he's a person who doesn't speak or doesn't understand what he's saying. In the end, he had to half-drag and half-pull the hem of the white cotton shirt to follow him back up to the bedroom, stuff the other person with a towel, and take it to the bathroom. Don't forget to teach you to press the switch; otherwise, I would have to sit and wait for another person to explore the bathroom for a long time.

 

He chose sweatpants and a black, oversized shirt, along with unused underwear. Hang it on the backrest of the chair in front of the dressing table before taking himself out to sit on the phone and wait on the sofa outside, letting the other person spend time. As for the manager himself

 

"Can I wear it?"

"Well"

 

It didn't take us long to get from home to a nearby restaurant that wasn't far from the car. It was another thing that made the body pale in a completely black dress that contrasted with the skin colour.

 

Until the eyebrows frowned, he spent time on the vehicle explaining every part of the car, as if he were almost like a salesman and spent nearly an hour explaining the list of Japanese food menus on the menu page. The food manager only took a few words to say. Big sushi is not very popular. It turned out that he was the only one who sat and stuffed the Golden yellow egg roll into his mouth.

 

"Are you full?"

"Well"

 

"Do you want to go anywhere?"

"No"

 

"I want to go home."

 

He nodded in response. There is no attitude to take this person back home, another time, instead of taking him to the place where the person left. The strange bond is fused with familiarity, even though the past has only met in a dream. But it makes him trust and care about people who don't fit the outside world's standards until he no longer dares to leave them alone.

 

It didn't take him long to arrange all the food for two people. Don't forget to stop by to buy necessities in case the people who walk behind you before taking each other home, where he used to live alone.

 

The car was good at parking in the channel alongside the house. He untied the belt. Manage the belongings he bought and follow another person who was now walking and waiting at the Storefront door.

 

I feel that lately I'm spinning my head more than usual. My normal life is not that busy. In the past two days, he has had to deal with everything with difficulty. It's easier to forget. Even before I could locate the phone that I had placed in front of the car's controls, it took almost five minutes.

 

He grumbled to himself every step from the car door to the door of the house and kept complaining. At the same time, both hands tried to open the door of the house. The eyes were focused only on the lock, so I didn't care that it was now almost 21:00 hours. When no customer appears, a tall, airy figure in a clean white dress walks and stops in an area not far from him, with the owner of the pale white body standing behind.

 

"The shop is closed."

"Welcome to request"

 

"Sir"

'The Jonoèl'

 

A small square wooden sign in front of a luxury hotel in the heart of the city. An old hotel that has been in operation for a long time, it remains open to welcome high-end customers. Architecture moulded with Classy, luxurious elements, reminiscent of a medieval Western castle. The interior of the building is decorated with a large chandelier. Every element looks meticulously arranged, suitable for high-priced currency.

 

Pann was confused every moment since he agreed to ride with a mysterious man and a stranger who acted as if he worshipped another person as life. The overused brain was released as the couple followed the groom along the corridor to the luxury hotel, until they stopped on the top floor, where the elevator's watch face was visible.

 

"What about Ciar and Mekhin?"

"The couple lives with people outside."

 

"...

"I will inform both of you about the return of your master."

"Well"

"...

 

"I want my power back."

 

The tall body sat down opposite the master, kneeling on the ground before the person asked for power to be returned. The person opened his eyelids to see the master's red eyes, which were the same colour as his.

 

He thinks he is familiar with the secret or believes in the subject. That can't be imagined enough if he tells anyone that he fell into the painting and came back out with the mysterious young man whom he had dreamed of many times. No, he would be looked at by strange eyes. But he can't deny various situations because everything is happening right in front of you, even if you pinch yourself until your arm hurts.

How many times does it still confirm that he, who is now sitting and watching the two men perform a ceremony, is on a wooden sofa with an exquisite vine pattern. In a large penthouse, it takes up the entire floor of the hotel with sparkling eyes.

 

A red light flowed out of the body of a man sitting on his knees on the red carpet. It rushed straight into the body of a calm person on the wooden sofa opposite him as if it had returned to the owner. The other person's eyelids were completely closed. Use this moment as if the whole world were interrupted by the swallowing of energy from the body of the servant named Faith.

 

He wanted to escape the incredible story unfolding before him. But the body that lived on the sofa as a shelter was difficult to move, as if it had been spelt. The light brown eyes reflected a strange ritual for a long time, until the last breath of consciousness ordered Pann, who had accidentally met the red eyes, even though they had once been completely black, to run out of the big door without thinking about life. He could not wait for the passenger elevator to work. The end is a staircase that may lead you to the next floor.

 

"Hack"

"..."

 

The sound of gasping sounded. He thought he was running far away from the room and the top floor of the hotel. Pann turned left and right and didn't see anyone who could help him, so he walked to the passenger elevator again. But like Fate plays a joke...

 

"Aug!"

"Pa, let it go"

 

"There are no secrets in the world."

 

"But do you know what it would be like to know the most important secret in the world?" He tried to open only one hand of the man with red eyes, who was tight around his neck. It was so tight that breathing was difficult. Two hands pecked on the other person's skin. He used all the force that he had to flex until the rhythm occurred for him to get out of the bondage.

 

He didn't even have time for himself to explore the pain around his neck. His survival instinct told him to be in debt to a prince who was like a companion, even though he knew that the road running straight might end his life. But it wouldn't be as painful as a lack of air. Pann doesn't want to leave his life here. He remembers to run until he is exhausted, but the energy I had ran out just in time, as I was about to step off the balcony in the centre of the luxury hotel. Pann felt like his body was plugged out like that. The whole body hit the balcony before it accidentally fell out of the railing. Floating in the air. The eyelids closed tightly, praying for himself not to be in pain. In a long fraction of a second, the bully took to thinking of a few days that made his life more exciting than the 26 years he had been alive...

 

How long has it been that this spirit and body have been sealed with curses for hundreds of years? He doesn't feel alive. Can't feel the power that once rose under a strong body?

 

Ramil Solay Noel tilted his head to shake off fatigue. Red eyes gathered the focus of attention outside the open door. He smirked at the corner of his mouth when he felt the mass of energy forming in his body before soaring out at the speed of the blink of an eye and stopping at the bottom floor of the hotel where he was born.

 

"Huh..."

"It's okay anymore"

"

"Open your eyes"

 

The slender fingertips carefully touch the corner of the eye with the water of the person in the embrace. The owner of the thin body trembles like a little bird that has fallen from its nest. Fortunately, the fate of the person who is tightly attached to him. Now it is being embraced by the strong arms of the owner of the red eyes.

 

For a long time, Ramil couldn't hide from these light brown eyes. He tried to find the meaning behind the clear eyes that transformed the look from one of fear to one of relaxation. The other person's beating heart gradually returned to a normal rhythm. But on the other hand, he had never touched the feelings of his own heart. As of now, it was like blood nourished until it became a sound that made you feel like returning to life...