There seems to be a misunderstanding
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    There seems to be a misunderstanding

    Fantasy

    My life was never tranquil. Even in sleep, my body rested, but my mind never did. Messy days were safer than quiet ones. Stillness is rarely a good sign. For someone in my line of work- You'd expect a brutal end. Burned in hell, possibly. If there's...

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    CHAPTER II

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    The moment I slit my throat, I felt it—
    Time stopped as I was about to reach the end.
    When I opened my eyes, I was standing in a vast white space.
    No walls. No ceiling.
    An empty plane that stretches far.
                                                                                    
                                                                            
                                       
    Silence.
                                                                                    
                                                                            
                                   
    Then came the flicker.
    A glow formed in the air—colorful, shifting, unnatural. On a closer look, there's a figure in it, hovering at a distance. 
    No footsteps. No shadow.
    It was a young man draped in soft waves of color. Skin too pale. Almost transparent.
    I was reminded of a jellyfish.
    He didn’t speak. Just hovered there. 
    Watching warily with his colorful orbs.
    Like he wasn’t sure if I’ll do harm.
    I grew impatient and called for him. “Come closer, I won't hit you without cause.” My voice echoed unnaturally in this space.
    “... Really..?” 
    He flickered into view, two meters to my right. His voice was soft, almost child-like, nothing like the forced robotic tone I heard before.
    “You are brave to appear with a body to hit. I commend you so I won't hit you.”    
               
    Then he started crying—fat tears slipping down flushed, translucent cheeks.
    “M-Mister, I—I stopped the damage just in time. Please don’t… do that again.”
    I narrowed my eyes, running a hand through my hair in frustration. “So you're the culprit again?” 
    He shuddered—then broke.
    “I-I-I’M S-SORRY” 
    Bawling. Loud. Embarrassing.
    “...Either shut up or you'll go through death with me.” 
    He hiccuped and swallowed the rest of his sobs instantly. 
    “Get us seats. A table. And an espresso for me—can you do that?” I wanted something decent while dealing with this irritating situation. “Then explain yourself.”
    “Y-Yes…”
    Still sniffling, he glitched out of view.
                                                                                    
                                                                            
                                   
    [ Holding Space Under Reconstruction • • • ]
                                                                                    
                                                                            
                                   
    The air trembled. The floor glitched beneath my feet but remained steady.
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