He woke up but couldn't see anything.
The space around him was dark and suffocating.
Where was he?
Why couldn't he see anything?
Panic clawed at his chest. He tried to move but couldn't tell if he was moving at all. He couldn't feel his body. Couldn't feel anything except the darkness pressing in, heavy, like drowning in deep water, suffocating.
Then slowly
Memories crashed into him.
The exam, Rion, The men by the road, The truck. And The fire.
I died.
The thought sat there,Heavy,Solid, Unbelievable.
I fucking died.
He saw the truck coming. Felt himself being thrown. Heard the explosion. Tasted blood. And then
Nothing.
He tried to calm down. Tried to take a deep breath and realized there was no breath to steady. No chest to rise and fall. Just awareness, floating in the void.
I died.
I actually died.
How did that happen so fast?
One moment he was walking home. A normal day. A normal life. The next
Gone.
Just like that.
His sister. His parents. Ditto. Rion.
Did they know yet? Were they waiting for him to come home? Or had they gotten a call? Had someone told them he died in an accident by a
Wait a minute.
Truck-kun missed the kill...
but got the assist.
No. Now was not the time to think about this. What should he do now? So far he couldn't sense anything. There was nothing around him. Only darkness stretching endlessly.
What should he do now?
He was completely clueless about where he was. He didn't know what to do. After staying there for a moment he simply gave up, rolled the dice, and started walking in a certain direction.
He kept going the same way and started counting numbers to keep track of time.
Twenty minutes passed. He still couldn't see anything. Just walking in a straight line from the beginning.
Then he sensed something.
He couldn't see it but something was there. His instinct told him to go that way.
In that direction the pressure changed. It loosened slightly.
He moved that way, trying to understand what it was.
And then he saw it.
Far in the distance. Tiny but unmistakable.
A point of light.
At the end, he sensed a light.
It felt closer, but the distance was unclear. His instinct took over his thoughts, and he continued forward, moving purely on instinct. As he neared the light, the pressure around him grew heavy, as if something was trying to stop him from getting closer.
But it was as if, right now, his instinct was in control.
He even tried to go back, but he was completely lost. He blamed himself for coming near the light.
First, I died suddenly, and now this… what in the world is going on? Whatever is happening, he didn't like it one bit.
As he complained to himself about his helpless situation,
suddenly, everything became silent—completely blank.
He was able to see the shape of the light. It was an octahedron.
A strange and peaceful sensation surrounded it as he tried to touch it.
The space around him began to crumble, and a force pulled him away from the place.
In a faraway place,
a land filled with lush greenery that gave a comforting feeling to the mind,
a man tending to plants sensed something was off in the void. He rushed to check the place, but everything seemed completely normal.
"I did sense something off…"
He went deeper to check. The octahedron-shaped light was still there.
"Am I overthinking?"
There was unease in his voice.
"Maybe I shouldn't have taken this…"
He sighed and turned to go back, then looked back once more and sighed again to himself.
Noel's consciousness returned slowly—fragment by fragment. There had been heat. Screaming. Then nothing. Now…
Light. Soft and blurry. Shapes moved above him.
Sound. Muffled voices. Something rhythmic—a heartbeat? No. His own breathing? No, it was too fast, too small.
Wait.
Small?
His body didn't respond the way he expected. He tried to move his arm—it twitched weakly. His neck wouldn't hold his head. Everything felt wrong. Heavy. Limp. Like he was trapped inside a sack of warm flesh.
Then a face leaned over him.
A woman. Young. Pretty in a hollow way. Dark blue eyes—striking, almost unnatural. She looked at him like he was something precious.
She smiled.
"He's so beautiful," she said. The words were in a language he didn't know, but somehow, impossibly, he understood them.
Noel stared at her.
Who the hell are you?
Why are you calling me beautiful?
Lady, I don't know what kind of baby vision you've got, but I literally can't see anything except blurry shapes and your face two inches from mine and you're calling me beautiful?
He had seen himself in mirrors back in his old life. A regular face. Regular hair. Regular everything. The kind of guy who could walk past a group of girls and none of them would turn their heads. The kind of guy who would be described as "nice-looking" only by his mom and grandparents.
And this woman was lying through her teeth. Not that he hated it he was just stating facts.
First of all, where was he?
But his mouth wouldn't form words. Only a tiny, pathetic sound escaped a gurgle.
Did I just… gurgle?
The woman's smile flickered. For just a moment a fraction of a second it dropped. He saw it. The exhaustion behind her eyes. The weight she was carrying. The performance.
Then the smile returned, brighter this time, like a mask snapping back into place.
"My little Noel," she whispered.
Noel's brain short-circuited.
Noel!?
That'sthat's my—
How do you know my—
Wait.
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