1 Chapter:1

There stood a man wearing black armour that reflected the crimson flame of the torch he held in his left hand as his right arm held a long sword that rested on his shoulder.

"Grrrr!!"

"Kuwaargh!!"

Painful groans echoed through the barely illuminated cave

As several figures slowly approached the man.

These figures were far from being called humans, their skin was decaying, and many of them were missing an eye or lower jaw

"Ghouls huh?" the man muttered under his breath even though his face was covered by a helm, the tone of his voice was more than enough to tell that he was grinning.

"Well..., hope you guys will at least serve as a warm-up for me," he said as he took a stance, ready to cut them clean, his body filled with confidence.

"Heee-Yah!" a loud battle cry escaped his mouth as he lunged at his enemies.

The blade was about to land on the neck of one of the Ghouls

But then...

"Hey, Han Ji! Can you please deliver this order?"

A middle-aged stout British man with a goatee and short dark hair said.

"Huh?" The man on the counter of the cafe exclaimed as he snapped out of his imagination and looked at his Employer.

The Man was an Oriental-American guy, roughly in his early 20's.

"Ye, yes Mister David," he said and ran towards his Employer who handed him a small Bag with a small parchment.

"Thank you, Sung, here's the address and receipt." His employer, David Watson smiled warmly.

Sung smiled back with a nod as he made his way to pick up his keys from the counter and left for the parking lot.

'My name is Sung Han Ji...' he spotted his bike and put on the helmet hanging on the bike's handle.

'...I was born in Hyosan, Korea, but my parents got divorced, so I was raised in Weehawken and later moved to New York for higher studies where I live alone..'

He pushed the keys into the ignition and pressed the start button, As the engine roared to life.

'...About my life, I never really had any talent in either sports or studies...'

he drove out of the parking lot as he read the address.

'..I never really had many friends, since I have social anxiety, and only had one girlfriend in my whole life, Park Jin Hui, since she was Korean like me, and she's my emotional anchor...'

He stopped at a red signal as he stared at his wristwatch.

'...About my looks, I am just an average White-Asian boy, with no muscles and a few blemishes..'

The traffic signal turned green as his bike picked the former pace again.

'...About My hobbies, all I like to do is to watch anime and read manwhas, mangas or manhuas..'

He stopped at the given address and headed to the doorbell of the 4-story house.

'...I am always lost in my world of imagination, sometimes I imagine myself as a knight, slaying monsters with his sword, sometimes a pirate captain looking for a legendary treasure...'

He was able to hear the footsteps of the customer as he pulled out the order he was supposed to deliver.

'...and sometimes a leader of a surviving group in a zombie apocalypse...'

Soon the door opened and he was greeted by a familiar face.

"Your Ord--" his words came to a halt as he recognised the person who opened the door.

it was none other than his girlfriend Park Jin Hui.

"Sung?"

"Honey?"

Right now Sung had no clear idea what was going on here.

'She could've changed residents.'

"Honey...did you change your residence? Why didn't you tell me?"

He asked the only thing that came to his mind

"Oh yeah...Sung about that.." Jin Hui's complexion paled as her breathing picked pace.

Even though Sung has never been a genius or even anything close to it, right now even he was able to tell that something here wasn't right at all.

His girlfriend being at a totally strange house here, that was not her house and her complexion suddenly changing didn't help with his suspicions either.

"Look, Sung... I am sorry but we can't continue it any further...I am sorry, it's not about you but, but Um... it's just that I think I just can't continue this relationship any further.." she said with somewhat guilt and sadness.

Sung's eyes widened in surprise.

Pain, Agony, Sorrow, Anger and Vengefulness.

He felt none of them, to be exact he felt empty.

His thoughts were all tangled up, he didn't know how to react, it almost felt as if he was dreaming but it all felt too real to be a dream.

Park Jin Hui, who has been with him for 7 years, now wants to leave.

His heart was beating really fast and his palms were sweaty.

'What is this feeling, I thought if something like this ever happened I'll break down or start throwing profanities at her, but none I just feel like there's a hole in my chest....why?'

She looked at him with an apologetic frown.

'Is there a point of being emotional, never mind.'

He suddenly forced a smile on his lips and shook his head.

"Oh... don't worry, It's-it's alright oh and by the way..." He pushed the ordered items towards her with the receipt.

Jin Hui was surprised and confused but somewhat relieved because she actually expected him to cry, get mad at her and might even resort to verbal abuse, but it was a relief none of them came and felt like he didn't care.

"He-here is your order, please pay for it, I made it before the time limit," he said somewhat stuttering as he swallowed his dry saliva.

"Oh-oh yeah." She reached for her phone from the pocket of her trousers as she paid using the payment application on her phone

"Here you go," she said and grabbed the content from the latter.

"Thanks, Please order again," he said and turned around as his smile disappeared.

'What is this..? Why..? Just why I can't feel anything..?'He kept asking this question himself again and again.

He walked to his bike with his mind blurry, as he subconsciously drove back to his workplace.

***

It was spring season and everyone at Weehawken High School was excited about their vacation.

A skinny Asian-American boy with glasses and short-cut hair holding a rose in his hands was blushing red while looking at an Asian, slightly overweight girl who was laughing with her girlfriends.

'Come on! Just a little bit of courage! And She might be yours!' a 14-year-old Sung Han Ji told himself.

He let out a huge sigh and bit his lower lip.

'Here goes nothing..."

He walked to her and cleared his throat.

"Um... Jin hui..." he said with a red face.

Jin Hui turned around and looked at Sung Han Ji.

"Yes?"

Han Ji sighed and closed his eyes shut as he showed the rose to her.

Jin Hui gasped as the former looked at the latter with wide eyes.

"Park Jin Hui! You are gorgeous and help me with a lot of things and that's why I think I like you! Please do the honour to go on a date with me!" He said that all out loud in Korean, not wanting any unnecessary attention, even though the rose did that for him already.

Park Jin Hui gasped hard and bit her lips before extending her arm to accept the small gift.

Han Ji opened his eyes to see the latter smiling at him with flushed cheeks.

"I would love to..." She whispered in Korean.

The former who was already blushing harder than her also smiled and thanked her.

***

It was around 11 PM, Sung sat down on the floor with his back resting against his bed.

Going through the photos on his phone.

'This was the date where we shared our first kiss.' he thought and deleted the picture.

'Still...empty.'

Sung Han Ji kept deleting every single photo he had with his ex-girlfriend.

He thought he would feel something while doing so, but it was all futile.

***

It has been 2 days, Han Ji has been skipping meals, he can't smile, all he has is a depressing aura surrounding him.

Now the emptiness was gone, rather he felt pain in his heart.

He would start crying out of the blue, feel tired, and not want to leave his bed.

He now wished that the emptiness was the only thing he felt, this pain was far too much for him, and he couldn't bear it.

His employer David Watson was told about everything by the latter, he understood how Han Ji felt and wasn't able to see his employee like that.

'Poor guy, I can't just see him like this coming to work with that sad mug, he might even turn off customers...' David thought and tapped his shoulders.

"Hey Han Ji, Are you alright?" The former asked with a cheerful smile as the latter himself forced a smile on his lips.

"Yes I am good, Mr Watson," he said and turned his attention back to counting the bills.

It didn't require an expert to know he was lying.

"Come on, Sung there is no point in lying," He said and drew the latter's attention.

"Listen, A friend of mine is a therapist, you should go and visit him," he said and handed Han Ji a visiting card.

Han Ji wanted to protest but stopped realising there was no point.

***

Sung walked out of the cafe as he bid farewell to his employer and fellow workers

'Well, if it's costly and the problem is nothing serious, I might just pass on the treatment.'

He started to walk to the clinic after reading the address from the visiting card.

'God d*mn it, even my bike had to just go for maintenance today, what a luck…!'

he cursed under his breath as he walked to the clinic.

But suddenly the flashbacks of him and his ex-girlfriend flashed before his eyes.

'Why...? Why did you have to leave me…?' He thought but suddenly heard a loud horn.

HONK!!!

He turned in the direction of the sound and saw a truck coming at him fast and in the worst case, he was in the middle of the road.

'Sh*t!' he cursed and tried to run out of the road but slipped.

As it felt like Time itself had stopped, as he fell slowly and the truck approached him too.

'I guess it's the end...? can't believe I'll be dying so pathetically, No...Never mind, as they say in anime, "The weak never have the right to choose how they'll die" well guess it's true.

He closed his eyes and waited for the truck to crush him or send him flying.

But before any of them could've happened his body touched the ground.

Bwwwzzrrr!

He heard a strange bass drop and glitch-like sound.

'Huh? is this the song of death?' he thought and slowly opened his eyes.

'Is this heaven or hell?' he thought and tried to look around but suddenly realisation struck him like lightning.

"Huh?! Where the Hell Am I?!"