To Be One (ENGLISH VERSION)

Chapter 15: An Ominous Encounter

Chapter 15: An Ominous Encounter

The wind on the outside whispers cold whistles of air that can be carved bone deep, few people are scattering around the skyscrapers and modern stores that some are still open with lights burning inside from it. Looking from the glass window are lonesome cashiers and crews talking with each other while yawning, waiting for their long work hours to end. City lights are glistening calmly, sending off for the souls of the tired citizens who labored throughout the day, and traffic lights do still flicker while the cars are parked and motionless.

The smiling moon shines over the streets of Alvarez, including an old and abandoned mansion located in the heart of the city.

The mansion looked as if it was stuck in time for years, though the tall shrubberies and the blooming of flowers continued to grow as a sign that there was still life around it. The once bluish-white paintings were faded, and the flowering vines that crawled on its walls and the soil where it stands were the only one who remembers its history. No one comes in there until a man draped in a maroon trench coat and a tip hat sets off his feet.

He entered and walked through the broken door full of child drawings and markings engraved by sharp stones. As he was walking inside, he noticed that he was stepping on some elegant yet dusty design marble tiles. On his left, he saw some fancy old chair that looks like a fake throne which was laying down on the dusted tiles being left behind, when he turned right, his golden orbs caught some abandoned dolls with missing arms, whose smiles are turned empty as they continued waiting for someone to pick them up to play with them again.

In the corner, was a sofa with broken legs seated by a young male teenager who's wearing nothing. He stayed huddled in the corner of the wide mansion, hugging his knees to his chest as he stared through the darkness with his white iris.

The man took off his hat revealing his silver hair and shot his golden orbs at the teenager.

The young man instantly stood up when he noticed the man's presence and slowly kneel down before him. "Welcome back master." He said in a low and dry voice hinting like it never drink some liquid for some time.

"There's no need to call me that," a deep and cold voice escaped from the man's throat with authority. The young man instantly bit his lip after hearing it and bowed his head further thinking he made a grave mistake.

"Please do forgive me," He apologized, looking embarrassed at the silver-head guy and was unable to speak. Asher didn't really bother and continued to talk.

"I came here to give you your first task," Asher said, approaching him slowly while picking up something from his pocket. Then he saw clearly the same white hair the young man possessed, only differing that the boy wore it short. His slim body was presented casually with his nakedness, his porcelain like skin revealed as the moonlight touches it and his luminous white-opal like iris invites and indulges everyone who sees it to its peaceful void. Overall, he was like one of those creatures called angels that was sent from the heavens.

"Task?" The young man asked quietly, as if he lost his consciousness for a moment or a few minutes.

"Yes. I know you'll handle these people smoothly," Asher paused. Photos are thrown at his sight one after another, exactly on the spot where the moonlight passes through from the shattered glass window. The young man eyed it with caution. 'It was them.' He said in the back of his mind as he realized who were in the photos. His eyes were concentrated on the photo of some soft-honey haired girl, he slowly picked up the picture and stared at it with brows furrowed, scanning every inch of her face.