1 Chapter One: the chance
Laying on his dirty old bed, covered up in his poop and urine, he hadn't cleaned in days, he starts crying, weeping for the misery of a life he has to bear, reflecting on his 76 years of life, how a waste it was, how much potential it had, instead, he's now covered in dirt in this wicked world he lives in, all alone.
on a normal day, much like other days, Gofo woke up from a very unusually long dream, he stopped dreaming a long time ago, so this dream he saw, had a weird feeling to him, uncovered emotions he thought they ceased to exist, he felt another feeling other then sadness and distress, he was happy, that feeling of happiness gave him a boost for his soul, he woke up and got to the shower, but with no ease, his legs are too fragile and weak even to carry out his thin body, as he gets in the shower, he stops for a bit, he was looking at the mirror, and seeing how his body has became, he never desired to die more than that moment, his body was rotting, his teeth were painted black from the blood he never cleans from his mouth, his arms were stretching down to the ground, his shoulders were failing to hold them together, but despite all of this, Gofo smiled, even though his body became nothing but a rotten shell, he still smiled, he smiled because he wanted to keep that feeling of happiness in his soul, that feeling was like a drug for him, a drug he gets once in ages.
as he gets into the shower, bugs and fungus started falling from his body as the warm water started washing them away, washing the dirts and bacteria, his body was crying from happiness, but not just his body, Gofo's heart was pumped, that feeling of happiness has increased in him, he was pleased for the first time, but as his frame felt pleasure, his feet crumbled, causing him to fall and bash his head on the bathroom floor.
he wakes up screaming, as if he had a nightmare, but as he looks around him, he's not in his apartment, instead he's a space he can't identify but feels familiar to him,Gofo realized something, He has died.
he sits there for what he thinks is a long time, but in the place he is, time doesn't have a meaning or importance, as he was sitting there, he reflected on his what he could remember from his life, he has caused nothing but harm, and lived nothing but a miserable life, he was a serial killer, living in the name of death, calling himself his messenger, not paying a single care towards the human life, as he believed that death is inevitable, that death had a plan for everyone, he was in love with the idea of death, he wanted to become death, and tried to achieve that, by getting it closer to it's victims, hoping that one day, he'll be the next grim reaper.
but now, he regrets his life, as he felt that bit of happiness, he realized that his goal is unattainable, Gofo now knows, his life was meaningless, as he comes to that realization, a smooth but serious voice speaks to him " So you came to accept that reality, that's something rare these days, if you had another chance would you make a difference? would you achieve something else in this life? would you defy the odds?" Gofo is silent for a second, he then nods with agreement, " then do you wish for second chance, do you crave for this dream!!" , " Y- Ye- Yes, I wish for a second chance, Yes I would make a difference, this regret will haunt every time I'm close to failing, I want this chance more then everything in this world" Gofo replies and starts crying, "then, you need to kill your past self!".
