The real beginning is now here folks!
Get ready! 🤭This might be a long one 😯
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It's been... How much? Checking something Oh! 11 years from the incident. No one has talked about it since then, and no one has mentioned his name.
See? People are at peace, walking all over the place, doing their thing. Even the countries, minding their own business too.
🛑 Entrance of Kagrengan
A motorcycle was passing by, until the rider stopped by the sign above. They read the sign, "Kagrengan" it said. Well, this is the entrance, of course.
He looked at a paper he was holding. It has an address, possibly to a house? He also wearing a motorcycle helmet, which is, you know, for safety.
He puts the paper back in his pocket, ready his vehicle, then whooosh... He's now driving to the address.
🕓 Later...
A homeowner is holding their keys, waiting for the person, a country rather, to show up. Spinning the keys in his finger, waiting for them.
The sound of a motorcycle was heard nearby. It got louder and louder, until the vehicle, with the driver, stopped right in front of the house.
He took off his helmet, and walked to the homeowner. "Hello Sir. Are you the one who bought this house?" The homeowner asked.
"Yes. It's me." The country clarified. "Oh, okay. Here's the keys, as you are now the new owner of this house now." The homeowner then said to him.
The country thanked him, while the former homeowner said, "No problem," as he walked off somewhere.
He looked at the house, the house looked like a medium and average house. 'This house is alright.' He thought. The house has a small-sized front yard, so he moved his motorcycle at it.
He walked towards the door, unlocking it. The door got unlocked, then he opened it. *door creaks*
'Oh wait! I forgot something.' He thought to himself, as he went back to his motorcycle from the outside.
He got back, but with a big bag on one of his hands. He walked to the living room. It has a couch, a small table in the middle, and of course, a TV.
He was about to put his stuff on the table, until he noticed it was made out of glass. He sighed internally, 'Ugh... Hate these types of tables."
He then went to the couch, placed his bag on it, and sat on the couch. "Ahhh fuuuck..." He said quietly to himself, out of tiredness.
Only rapid breathing was heard, all over, over, and over again... Until he stopped. He sat up, looked around the room, then stood up.
He went to explore the rest of the house. The kitchen door is beside the couch, with a lamp, despite there are switches for lights.
He went to the kitchen. It looks like your typical kitchen, just a bit more modern, with some modern appliances. 'Woah...' He thought.
He walked towards the counters, taking a closer look at those appliances, holding or touching every once in a while. After that, he went on opening the drawers and closets. Some have some stuff, some don't.
After he was done, he left the kitchen, back to the living room. He looked around again, to see a staircase, and a door beside it. He went to the door.
Upon opening the door, he saw a big table, with a few chairs. He figured that this is the dining room. It has a little plant in the middle of it. Also, like the kitchen and the living room, it's a bit more modern. The table is not glass which is a good thing, and simplistic.
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Possessed | CountryHumans
Fanfictionbruhh this is the third time rewriting this ======== A tragedy happened in a big town, then, a myth or a curse, came true. ======== countryhumans story wowwowowo