Chapter 32: How I Ended up Here

My To-Do List:

1. Find out what powers I got.

2. Escape from the hooded man/reaper/one who can easily kill me (again?).

3. Find out who killed me.

4. Have a cup of coffee. (Because caffeine solves all problems.)

5. Don't die. (If I can die after someone already killed me!)

That should be it for now. Simple, no? Of course, not!

First, a weirdo(not that I'm a very judgemental person) dressed in an ancient silk robe came to me and said, "I suppose you will have to do." Then, he proceeded to stab a dagger through his throat. Not to mention adding to the many injuries he already had, he even got blood on my brand-new suit!

But did he stop there? No! He gathered up the blood in his hand and drew something on my forehead. He must have used some tricks to keep me from moving. I couldn't even blink. But suddenly, his finger stopped moving. He started looking around. I would have done the same due to curiosity but I could not turn my head. And then...

Darkness. I do not remember what happened next. When I woke up, I was in the middle of the street but no one could hear or see me. They did not stop to help at all! I was confused and tried to reach out to touch a passerby but my hand just passed through them.

All I know was that after I woke up I became a ghost (or a spirit like the hooded man said) and this voice at the back of my mind kept saying that I have to become stronger and fully control the power I was given. I got annoyed at it and asked it to stop but the voice kept getting louder.

Among its rambling, I heard something peculiar. It said, and I quote: 'You must get stronger so that you can get revenge.' After that, it did not mention revenge again and when I enquired about it, the voice ignored me and kept talking about power.

And while I was contemplating my situation and how to get rid of this voice, the hooded man came along.

And here we are. Looking at my dead body. It really brightens up the day.

"My Lord, he really looks a lot like you!" the hooded man said, sounding suspicious.

"It must be my doppelganger, " I say, trying to play it off casually.

"Oh, that makes sense." Surprisingly that worked. Wait... does that mean that doppelgangers really exist!