Tainted Teardrops [Book no.1- Dhatins of 3030 Indonesia] ✔

prologue | the creatures they call dhatins

"Despite my Ghoulish Reputation, I Really Have The heart of A Small Boy. I keep it in a jar on my Desk"

-Robert Bloch

~ In the year 3030~

The creatures called dhatins still seemed to be like a myth to Henrik, even considering how much he'd encounter them.

"Barbarous!"

That's the word to describe these insignificant monsters. At least, according to his mother, Henrik seemed to believe so.

His mother's words would often drill themselves one-by-one into his brain until they'd become a part of his brain cells, his dreams, his purpose, and even his thoughts. Like some possessed object lingering around the old mansion (where he grew up in Lilhem) his mother had the capability to summon such myths and make them ever so visible to Henrik.

However, he refused to renounce his promise.

" I promised to you, goddammit Amity." He muttered with a coarse, rather scratchy, tone of voice.

These such creatures are the very reasons for his existence. Without them, all he'd be in the eyes of others in Lilhem and to the RVOB... Well, he'd just be a pathetic little boy, who will only ever have the means to rely on his family's name and fortune. In fact, he should be thankful for these wild beasts to have had been on the island of Bali, Indonesia, for nearly 100 years. Traces of the origins of these creatures are unknown, until...Today.

There have been those days. Ah, days that seemed to boil the steam off Henrik's dear, lonely heart. This heart of his, it beats for a dead girl:

Amity.

A girl that he recalls was a friendly and sweet girl. One who would ask a 'how are you?' instead of 'who are you?' types of questions, would make Henrik smile, glowing from pride. She remembered me.She thinks of me as a friend!

This very act of genuinity would make Henrik's heart flutter with pure joy and give him hope. But, like a child high on sugar, he was high on pride from just the simple response, the slightest gesture.

Well, you couldn't blame him.

Henrik recalls being a lonely child. A child that would be bullied and doted on by his mother. A child who'd no kid would want to even think to befriend.

But Amity did.

And, that's why he remembered her.

Shaking his head in worry, he tries to deny it.

The reasons why he remembers her. Amity was a special girl to Henrik. A girl who showed him the right path to his emotional state of mind: she taught him how to grow, to love, to smile, to hug, and to cry together. While she was perished and forever forgotten by those in Semarang (the place Henrik grew up with Amity), she'll always be mourned by him.

A call.

Henrik picks up the phone, and answers in a curt manner, " Good afternoon, Captain Johannson speaking. What may I be of service to you?" He goes throughout the call in a businesslike manner, making sure not to cross the lines between genuinity and fakeness. For as his brows knit together in a furrow of disagreement with Lieutenant Colonel Birgens who's on the other end of the line, he refuses to conform to his state of mind. No, he definitely couldn't afford it, especially as a lower-ranked officer.