Eris, a renowned singer and model, vanished mysteriously during a storm on a film set two years ago. Six months later, he was found after a car accident but suffered from amnesia, leaving a critical gap in his memory about what happened during his d...
The next morning, Eris woke up with a pounding headache. His head throbbed as he dragged himself out of bed and made his way to the sink. After splashing cold water on his face and brushing his teeth, he stared at his reflection, thinking about how exhausted he felt. With no scheduled plans for the day, he decided it was time to tackle the mess his apartment had become.
Surveying the cluttered space, it was clear his place needed a deep cleaning. Scrubbing, mopping, and washing—it was all overdue. He even glanced at the overflowing laundry basket with a sigh. Determined, Eris rolled up his sleeves and set to work.
As the hours passed, the effort took its toll. Eris felt a wave of hunger gnawing at him. Opening the fridge, he found it nearly empty, save for a few forgotten items. His cupboard wasn't much better, holding only a small bottle with the last bit of coffee. With no other options, he brewed the coffee and hoped it would stave off his hunger for the time being.
Desperate for some real food, Eris dialed Marco's number, hoping his friend could help with a quick grocery run. The phone rang, but there was no answer. He tried again, and then again, with the same result. No response.
Eris sighed, figuring Marco must still be asleep after the long night they'd had. "He deserves the rest," he thought, letting it go.
Resigned to handle things himself, Eris changed into a white t-shirt layered with a black-and-red checkered shirt over it, pairing it with semi-fitted black jeans and brown shoes. Grabbing a mask, he slid it over his face, well aware that he had to be cautious to avoid any unwanted attention from fans. With his disguise in place, he headed out to buy his own groceries.
Eris went to the nearest grocery store to pick up some food and supplies for his home. Despite his efforts to blend in with a black face mask, it was inevitable that people would recognize him and comment on his resemblance to Eris. He kept his head down and tried to ignore the stares and murmurs. The mask provided some cover, but a nagging sense of unease crept over him.
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As he moved through the aisles, Eris couldn't shake the feeling that someone was following him or taking pictures of him. He glanced around but saw no one suspicious. His paranoia grew—was Tom really lurking nearby? He quickened his pace, eager to finish his shopping and escape the store before anyone could identify him.
At the checkout counter, Eris' phone buzzed with an incoming call. He glanced at the screen and saw the name "The Jerk, the Bastard, the Lunatic." A shiver ran down his spine. Uncertain of what to do, he hesitated for a moment before answering, choosing not to speak.
"Hello, I'm glad you answered the call," came the voice on the other end. Eris continued to scan his surroundings, nervously shifting his gaze left and right.
On the other end of the phone, Tom's voice dripped with feigned concern. "I just want to know how you're doing. I know you're doing well, actually, you're great. I just want to apologize to you," he said, his tone insincere. Eris rolled his eyes in frustration. He wasn't going to be fooled by Tom's empty words. "Apologize your ass!" he thought bitterly.
