The Last

Prologue

To the East of a huge bustling city, where everyone is living in luxury, live a pair of love birds who have the most unfortunate life no one will ever want. They have to work from dusk until dawn, perhaps every single chance they get to earn money for a living. However, their life completely change after having their door knocks by a mysterious presence.

It is a peaceful yet comforting night, where every single human will cuddle up in their own blankets until the sun rises, welcoming a new day. It is just the same for the couple-cuddling in each other's arms while having their body and mind rest from the awfully tiring day they had before. Until, comes an obscure knock on their very own door, too loud and forceful that the both of them are force to get out of their bed.

"Who can be knocking at this hour?" Mrs. Nelson said, rising from her bed.

And to top it off, what kind of people would knock on someone else's door so late at night with such killing intent?

She suddenly remembers a case that happened in the neighborhood two weeks ago. An unfortunate old woman was killed by a burglar who by chance sneaked into her house with a gun in his hand. A single bullet to the head was the cause of her demise.

Chills suddenly start running down her spine, as well as a drop in her body temperature, causing sweat to run down her forehead, as if a bucket of water had just been poured down on her. Along with her trembling hands, she decides to wake her husband up as she is just too afraid to go alone.

"H... h... honey? Can you please accompany me downstairs to check up on the door?" she stutters from fear as she wakes her husband up. Thankfully, he instantly wakes up, which is quite unusual for him and he immediately stretch his long arms to fetch his sweater.

As soon as she put her hair up in a bun, she bolts off downstairs and quickly make her way for the door to find out that the knocking has already come to a stop. After gathering up all of her courage, she bravely turns the doorknob and is left speechless to see nothing or no one except for a huge wooden basket, placed on their doormat.

She then run out of the house to examine their lawn, for any signs of movement but there doesn't seem to be anyone. Only the usual peaceful and calm street. After making sure that there's no one, she return to the basket and stare at it for quite some time.

A river of thoughts suddenly come to her as she thinks of so much possible things that can be in the basket. It could have been a time bomb, or perhaps something that wishes us ill will.

"What do you think you're doing? Just bring it in already," Mr. Nelson said grumpily, diminishing her weird thoughts. But she just can't help it. She's born a paranoid and there's nothing she can do about it.

She decides to bring the basket inside, but ends up staggering all over as it's just too heavy compared to how it look. They bring themselves to a worn-out couch to take a look at what is inside the basket. But before they actually look at what is underneath the thick piece of blanket, she tries giving a few pokes to make sure it's nowhere near dangerous. Surprisingly, it feels so soft that she got too carried away poking it, until her husband stops her.

As they unfold the blanket, they were surprise to see such a cute little baby sleeping soundly in the basket, as if the world has no end to it. She quickly pulls her into her arms to warm her up, as she seems to be shaking from the coldness of the night. Who could have done such evil to an innocent little baby?

After a while, they realize that there's a small container placed by the baby's side. They open it and there seems to be some kind of a huge bean-shaped seed with the ends lobed on either side, colored with every shade of purple, along with a beautifully handwritten note inside.