"Who are you?" Assad said.
Amusingly, the unknown person froze mid-step like a deer caught in headlights after Assad asked such an unexpected question. The person tilted his head slightly.
"You stole my body… and you don't even know who I am? Pathetic."
Assad was not sure how to answer back to this odd stranger, as he was still trying to piece together what was going on.
The stranger grinned.
"Now you went silent. What the heck dude?"
The person started moving closer, and with every step came a beautiful red flower blooming behind them. Anxiety set in for Assad as he usually didn't experience these types of emotions.
The real identity of the person that was closing in on Assad was finally revealed. Assad's eyes opened wide as he was filled with surprise and confusion. The person that he was looking at right now was actually another version of himself.
The original version of Assad was looking back at him now, and he could see the original beginning to smile when the original saw Assad's reaction.
"Wow, it looks like you've finally caught up to me, took you long enough."
Assad could not believe he was in an average conversation with the original body owner. More shocking was that the original body owner was a female instead of a male.
He thought about asking this question but was too scared to do so.
As Assad was looking at the original body; the original was looking back at him, and the original could sense Assad's confusion with the gender change.
"You're probably wondering why I am a female and I don't honestly know. It could have been from the girl I killed before I was executed, though we will never know."
Assad became even more confused after the original answered his question.
"What are you doing here?Oh, I forgot that I called you here"
"You called me here? For what?"
"I called you here for fun, or maybe..."
The original person stopped and smiled a little, then added,
"I just called you here to take back my body."
Assad blinked in complete shock. How does that affect him? What would happen to him if the original takes their body back? Would the original no longer exist in that body; would he revert back to being Toon Horst?
The original walked around Assad, circling him over and over for absolutely no reason, maybe for fun.
"What is it that you're doing?"
The original did not stop circling around him.
"Not a lot. I am just scanning the person who stole my body; that's all."
"I don't get it. Why would you want to scan me?"
The original's gaze had frozen. It seemed as though they were searching inside of Assad's very soul; through them came this chilling stare that caused a droplet of sweat to roll down the eyeline of his face.
The original then just simply giggled and turned their head and looked at the other end of the white void.
"I'm not telling you that, I'm just getting the information that I want; that's all," said the original.
Assad could not have been more doubtful still.
What was going on in the mind of the original when they stated that their answer didn't make any sense? Why would they avoid asking direct answers of him and avoid answering his questions?
At this point, the original had turned back to look at Assad again, revealing a somewhat devilish smile upon their face.
"You have always been very ruthless, haven't you?"
"Ruthless?"
The original didn't appreciate the way that Assad had responded to their question.
"Don't play dumb with me, you already know what I'm talking about."
Assad's face showed confusion and intensity as he was trying to figure out the meaning of the word "ruthless". The Original could see what Assad was thinking because he quickly formed an understanding.
"What is it with you with that look on your face? You know exactly what I am referring to, Toon Horst."
Assad's eyes widened in shock.
"How do you know my name?"
"As I stated before, all I did was scan the individual who stole my body and left me with no soul."
"That doesn't tell me anything."
The Original placed their hand on their chin and thought about it for a moment.
"Let me use the reasoning of a man rather than explaining the issue to you like a child."
The Original cleared their throat.
"Toon Horst is a body thief. I am the original Assad, and there is no place to go with my soul. Is that better?"
As Assad kept getting mad at the way the original was messing with his head, he reached for the original, but his hand went through the original's body.
"What, I went right through him? Is he some kind of ghost or something?"
"What do you think? You tried to grab my soul, dumbass."
Assad was very angry.
"So, Mr. Ruthless, again, as I was saying from what I had seen, you did indeed make a name for yourself back in the day before you came to this world and stole my body."
All this was really confusing for Assad. What did the original mean by his past life?
"So, what do you want me to call you? A serial killer or whatever people used to call you. I think they called you the Divine Demon or something like that. That's such an awful name—sorry to be rude."
Assad froze. He really did remember that name from his past life. So, does that mean the original had the ability to see into his past memories of who he was prior to coming here?
"Yeah, you get what I mean now. Toon Horst, the guy who has killed 800 people in less than six months.
"Wait, how are you aware of that?