After Terry had lived with Mars and the others for a few days he seemed to have accepted his new identity as a living god and sought out Mars that was lazing around on the roof, he was laying in the sunshine with Victoria on top of him and lightly sleeping but woke up when Terry walked over and looked up at him with a smile on his face, during the past days Mars had showed great care to Terry truly treating him like a little brother
"hey Terry"
"hi Mars... can we talk for a bit?"
"sure"
Mars sat up and turned to face Terry with Victoria on his lap purring away
"so what do you want to talk about?"
"....it's a little embarrassing to ask but could you train me in archery?"
Mars gave a slight frown and said in a slightly stern tone
"don't ever be embarrassed about seeking out ways to get stronger... while I don't know a whole lot about archery there's another thing I could teach you how to use, yeah let's do that"
Mars nodded to himself and gently lifted Victoria off his lap before he stood up and began walking towards the stairs but stopped seeing as Terry was not following him and said
"come on Terry, I want to show you something"
"okay Mars"
Mars lead the way down the stairs and after walking through the hallways for a few minutes they reached his workshop where Mars opened the door and walked in, Terry followed after and was amazed at how cluttered the workshop was, there was drawings and mathematics formulas on the walls and loose parts all over the tables, the only saving grace was that the floor was clean and tidy, Mars began to dig tough the parts and eventually pulled.... something out of the heap, at first glance it looked like a rectangle with a leather stock in one end and a narrow metal tube sticking out the other end, there was also a grip with a trigger positioned under thing right in the middle, Mars picked it off the table and took a stance before he gripped the grip and pushed the leather stock against his shoulder and lined up his eye with the sight before he pointed it at a reinforced wall and slowly squeezed the trigger before a click sounded out and Mars quickly took the thing down from his shoulder and removed a part of it and took a magic beast core up form a nearby table and inserted it into the removable thing before he put the removable thing back into the rectangle and took a stance again and slowly squeezed the trigger, this time Terry just managed to fell a wave of odd before a spike shot out form the from the rectangle and hit the reinforced wall, boring itself deep into the wall, then Mars turned to Terry and asked
"what do you think?"
Terry didn't answer and walked over to Mars and revived the rectangle thing from him before he himself took aim at the reinforced wall while mimicking Mars' stance from before and also pulled the trigger while aiming at the reinforced wall and with a bang a spike once again shot out and hit the reinforced wall, Terry gave a nod and said
"I like it"
Mars also gave a slime and took the rectangle thing from from Terry before he flipped a switch on the side of it and laid it back down on the table
"this is called a spike gun, it's my own personal invention and it's powered by magic beast cores or mana crystals"
"....so that's why I have never seen this kind of weapon before"
"yeah it's something from my past life that has been adapted to this world.... let's go on a hunting trip"
"a hunting trip?"
"yeah what better way to get adjusted to a new weapon then actually using it?"
Terry gave a nod and after a basic course about how to use the spike gun Mars was about to open a portal when Kaitlin ran into the workshop, she looked greatly distressed but as soon as she saw Mars she seemed to calm down a bit before she spoke
"Mars the elders have called for you"
Mars clicked his tongue in annoyance before he bluntly asked
"what does dose undead geezers want now? I'm about to head out with Terry so if it is not important I'll ignore it"
"the NNE have invaded the Mother forest"
"...shit that does sound important, sorry Terry our hunting trip will have to wait"
Terry gave a nod and Mars was about to walk out of the room when he remembered something and turned back to Terry and asked
"have you decided if you want to live in Green river Terry?"
"eh..? erm... I think I want to stay"
"that's good enough, then follow me I'll introduce you to the elders"
"okay... but who are the elders?"
"they are the governing body of Green river, basically they rule the place"
"eh...?"

After having met with the elders Mars and Terry arrived in the lobby of the giant tree, Terry looked like his soul had left his body, basically during the entire meeting he had been so tense he actually jumped into the air a few times when Mars poked him on the shoulder and now after the meeting Terry could only mumble
"a building.... my own building..."
the elders as soon as they discovered Terry was also a living god had offered him a building in central Green river as long as he helped repel the invaders from the NNE that had entered the barrier forest only a few hours ago, they probably thought they were being sneaky by invading without declaring war first unfortunately for them the elders from Green river were very paranoid and had the entire of the barrier forest covered by a detection formation so they knew exactly what was going on in the barrier forest at all times, thus unless the NNE opened a portal directly to the inner forest they would never escape detection so thus the about 10.000 strong invading troops (they sure as hell was not there to deliver gifts to Green river) probably had no idea that they already were found out and was about to be intercepted by an assault group lead by 2 living gods
"well then let's head over to the mirror and meet up with the assault force"
Terry's soul looked like it had returned to his body and sure enough he reacted with a nod and he also spoke up
"but Mars... I don't think I'm able to kill people..."
Mars gave a small sigh and ruffled Terry's hair before he looked him in the eye and spoke
"you don't have to kill... the deal you made with the elders was to 'repel' not 'kill' the invading force"
"I see..."
"leave the killing to me, I'm used to it..."
"okay..."
"and chin up okay, you are about to be the owner of a building you know?"
the light returned to Terry's eyes, he was now fully awake again and gave a nod
"yes Mars!"
Mars inspected Terry's face and soon gave a big smile
"that's more like it"

In the west part of Green river was most of the military installations, it was also home to the so called mirror where Terry and Mars were heading, on the way there they acted not like they were going to war but like they were on a stroll through the city, buying street food along the way and joking with each other, Mars could see Terry was a little afraid of the upcoming battle but admired his resolve. Soon both of them arrived at the building that housed the mirror and walked in, after walking down some stairs, they came to a giant underground space where a giant, more than 100 meters across 'mirror' lay on the ground with walkways above it, Mars and Terry walked up on the walkway and soon Terry looked down on the mirror and was stunned for a moment before he asked Mars
"is that... the barrier forest?"
"yeah it is, neat right?"
on the mirror were a map over the entire barrier forest with various green, blue, orange and red dots on it. The blue and orange dots were spread all over the map of the forest, the green dots were in clusters of 4 and also spread all over the forest while the red dots were contrasted at the entrance of the forest, Terry looked over at Mars and asked
"what are dose dots?"
"well the green are friendlies, most likely squads of forest patrols, the blue and orange are magic beasts the blue are non hostile while the orange are hostile and then there's the red dots..."
Mars pointed over at the red dots while a cold light shone in his eyes
"they are enemy invaders"

In Alfan the world where the (un)fortunate protagonist of this story finds himself, are there at any point in time 5 living gods, if one should die a new one is added to the mix, thought the history of Alfan there have been many living gods in the world appearing as hero's, king's and queen's, master chef's, tyrants, or as completely unknown people.
join Mars as he sets out on a journey to explore Alfan to find out what kind of living god he wants to be.

as soon as he gets there that is.

Volume 2 going full steam ahead with 3 chapters a week!

chapters are more than 1500~ words.

Authors discord: https://discord.gg/uHVhX9m

When I Wake up first time, I remember saw this animal girl bowing toward to me and smiling toward to me.
"Hi, Lilja, how you feel?": animal girl asked. I think for a moment and said: " In my F-fingers and legs feels itchy and in upstairs buzzing, little heat up and, and…" –" Hm,hm, pha-ha,ha" – "hey, wh-what happened did I something wrong, hey what came to you, *hm*?".
Then I don't know what feelings are. I was just pretty confused and nervous. Girl put her hand on my head and pet me. "so, so nothing to worry about Lilja… That feeling what you felt first, was inconvenient, because you experience a new situation and it distress to you. Then that what I did is laughing. So, peoples do, when something is funny. Then you felt yourself confused, because you didn't know what happened." She rises me up and continue.
" My name is Jokiletta. I'm that, who create you, in other words, I'm to you like mother if so can say." –" Mom?" –" yeah, and your name is Lilja. You are intelligent AI, like android, but I create for you possibility handle feelings, even if you don't experience those same way as other. Yeah, and this place name is Light's Abyss, it's your place what you call your home.". I look Jokiletta for a moment, when she smiling to me.
Jokiletta: "Ah, I quite forgot, you surly want to see  how do you look.". Jokiletta take a paintbrush out of her pocket and start drawing rectangle into air. Then she wrote something middle off rectangle, pick up the text and blew it from his hand toward rectangle.                                  "Tadaa!": Jokiletta say with pride. Mirror had appeared in front of us.                                                   I looked in the mirror and saw how to I look.
I have long up to the waist going, thick, brown and tangled hair. In middle of my head stick out 1 long hair tress and in my bangs was yellow stripe. Under of my right eye start blue thunder symbol, which go close to chin. My clothes were nearly normal. Grey knit, under it was grey shirt, thing once around my neck tied up scarf. Belt which prevented my black, loose shorts run off. Curious thing was big bear's ears, big bobtail and animal's face. Strange thing was fingers to the elbows tied bandages, same bandages were from ankles to knees and whole my neck area, but strangest was my eyes from where I saw blue "start button's symbol". "Kih-kih, you will be thinking bandages, welll let's say, that accident happened and I had to use creativity… Should you be kind, and don't open up those bandages.": Jokiletta ask.                                                                                          
And since that day I have live with my mom, or Ms. Jokiletta if we want to be exact. She raised me and taught me many things about life, she tells me, how to use my power and first of all what was my duty.                                                                                                                                              My mission was complex, I must keep Jokiletta's whereabouts in secret and protect it, moreover I have to info to Jokiletta needed information to outside world, when she wants to. In later on I would come get still new mission which I have only little bit experience. Sometime when I make work, I like nibble delicacies, even if I don't feel hunger, I have notice, that it calms me down.
Sometimes, my mind comes to ask to Jokiletta, who she really is? She just laugh and say: "but, didn't I have tell you yet, I'm Jokiletta, your creator and mother. I' m a Spirit.". Although she honestly tells things, still feel like, that she is hiding something.  Although she wouldn't tell me everything, so I'm still not going to stop obey her orders. Jokiletta trained me 1 year after that my family came to new family member.

This is story a boy named Pyry who find himself with place. Jokiletta the spirit demon or something get him another chance to live and reincarnate him into fantasy world called PetoGoora. Things happened and Jokiletta tell Pyry and Valo that if they want things back to normal they have to travel on the Big Tree. 
Half-beast group start they journey on the Big Tree. 

First I tell few important side-characters backstory as a arcs so you can understand story much better. I apologists beforehand my writing errors. I'm just one human and english isn't my first language. 
All Genera are: Supernatural, Fantasy, Mystery, Demon, Adventure, Reincarnation, Isekai, Bodyshare, Half human characters, shounen Ai, afterlife.

I try update it at weekend, but at least 1ch per month.

Jonah's delicate words barely leave his mouth when from the left, a bright, almost blinding golden light invades the room. 
As James wags his legs in the void and Jonas looks left and right in the marshmallow mist in the hope of finding his computer, Jenny removes the cat's body from her thighs and gets up. 
Her tall, slender silhouette bathed by this angelic light that highlights her well-placed curves, forces the psychologist to take up his saliva again. 
With the greatest of attention, James observes Jenny bending over slowly to pick up the pile of bones left on the sofa. The beautiful woman from behind, now presenting her barely covered buttocks, wakes up George who immediately stands at attention and salutes the performance.
If Jonas has not been able to find his computer, he nevertheless consoles himself by admiring The Voice's deep and well furnished cleavage. 
Unfortunately for the two admiring men, the best things always come to an end too quickly, the beautiful one whose face no longer expresses her usual stupid expression, gets up and puts the corpse on her shoulder. 
"Rasputin invites us to discover his territory. Follow me!" 
Frankly speaking, visiting the territory of a dead cat isn't one of James's primary concerns. Judging by the appearance of the animal, the odds are that the place in question (if is not the fruit of the imagination the good-assed beautiful girl) is an animal scimitar. 
Yet, taking into account these strangenesses that are currently taking place, James cannot rule out that behind the door something else is calling them.
It is also possible that he is a victim of a collective illusion or that having consumed too much of his medicated candy he is as stoned as a poor student who has no choice but to sniff glue and yet, if...
As a good geek, Jonas doesn't have those concerns. Following his beastly instinct, his red eyes always focused on Jenny's big boobs, his tongue hanging out for a different reason, he has already abandoned his so precious gaming chair to head towards this mysterious door where his female Orc is patiently waiting for him. 
As if she were an apostle, placed just in front of the door, without a word, Jenny smiles and then opens her arms towards the two men who still can't take their eyes off her. 
Like a loving mother, she observes these slightly strange men whose behaviour could be worrying to someone who, unlike her, has not always lived in an alternative world.
The young woman looks kindly on as sweaty James, suspended in the air, consumes his last pills.
Closer to her, Jenny smiles broadly at the young man in underpants whose gaze is directed towards a certain part of her body. If she could understand the meaning of this lascivious look, it is likely that Jenny would rebel, but for the first time in osmosis with what surrounds her, Jenny understands nothing. 
Rasputin being pressing, as if she had been sent here by God to accomplish a mission, Jenny is getting ready to fulfill her destiny. Elegantly, she turns around and puts her hand on the doorknob. 
...
When the beautiful hand makes contact with the plastic of the handle, a new phenomenon, which the skeptical James can't explain, occurs. It is instantaneous, too fast for the human eye to perceive, but one thing remains real: where a moment ago there was the door of his office, only a rectangle of golden light can now be perceived.
"It's time to enter the real world."
What real world? If the real world of the stupid girl is to make him autistic, James refuses to pass that blinding light.
James' reality is governments that refuse to listen to the citizens who put them in place. The reality is the big companies that spy on the proletariat via apps and the internet. The reality is the galloping authoritarianism under the pretext of urban security or health issues. The deprivation of the most basic rights as technology develops. Communitarianism, manipulation of information by the media... That's what reality is and that's the reassuring reality that James loves. 
However reluctant he may be to separate himself from his reality in order to eventually be confronted with the discovery of a different vision that could disrupt his life (if he ever agrees to admit what he sees), the school psychologist is betrayed by his cheap chair. 
The chair provided by the High School swings from right to left, and then without even considering James' point of view, he heads for the place where, until a few moments ago, there was an office door with the tag (glans head) on it.
James yells at his chair to stop, but the flying object doesn't listen. Of course, it's an object...
First Jenny disappears into the light, then the dirty boy and then, while still struggling, James enters the golden passage. 
The psychologist of course thought of jumping, but not being certain that his skinny legs would withstand the shock, he couldn't bring himself to attempt this risky gesture. 
…
"It's... Why the hell can't I smell the gasoline in this place?"
In response to a James observing the vast field of light green weeds, to reassure him, Jenny puts her hand on his shoulder.
"Welcome to my world. The world of..."  
"Oh, the old has grown young. Wait man, I have a pocket mirror that has saved my life many times. Without it, I would have mistaken virtual for real many times. Take it, I'll lend it to you."
James doesn't appreciate the fact that this jerk cut off the beautiful Jenny who has finally, it seems, regained her mental capacity. Not wanting to argue with a punk, but avoiding touching his dirty hand, he grabs the little round mirror that Jonas holds out to him and without waiting, directs it towards his face.
"What a miracle has happened to get me back to my 20s."
At that moment, a lot of things go through James' mind. A new professional opportunity, driving Jenny and her fine ass to a cheap hotel, an Italian suit...
Contemplating the reflection of the young man in the mirror, James' smile spreads over his lips but at that very moment, a fat woman with a doughnut in her mouth and holding a TV in her arms is ejected from the rectangle of light which then disappears.
"Martha? You old bag, why are you coming to ruin my life again?"

✎ Takeo's most impure thoughts barely have time to hatch in his somewhat slow brain, as a bright, almost blinding golden light that seems to emanate from Ivan Pavlov's portrait fills the room. 
While his skepticism is no longer of any use to him, frightened by a situation he has never read about in a psychology book, James waves his white legs in the air. Anxious for a completely different reason, taking advantage of this light that penetrates the marshmallow fog, Takeo starts looking for his laptop, while during this time, Jenny removes the cat's corpse from her thighs and then, sensuously, she gets up from the old-fashioned sofa. 
Her tall, slender figure bathed in that angelic light that manages to highlight her generous curves, leaves the school psychologist with no choice but to swallow his saliva. 
Doing his best to ignore the smelly young man who paces his office and calls his laptop, James observes with an increased attention, Jenny who bends slowly to pick up the pile of bones remained on the sofa. 
The beautiful currently from behind, unaware of presenting him her adorable little buttocks little covered, wakes up George who immediately, stands at attention and salutes this glorious performance.
Takeo very disappointed and somewhat depressed not to have been able to find his laptop, consoles himself however by admiring the deep well-filled cleavage of the girl that he hesitates to approach. 
Unfortunately for the two admiring men, the best things always have an end too fast and very quickly, the beautiful whose face does not express any more its usual stupid expression, gets up then puts the corpse on her shoulder. 
"Rasputin invites us to discover his territory. Follow me!" 
To speak frankly, visiting the territory of a dead cat is not in James' primary concerns. Judging by the animal's appearance, the odds are that the place in question (if it is not the fruit of the imagination of the beautiful girl atrophied brain), is the tree under which he buried his pieces many years ago. 
However, taking into account all these irrational phenomena that he, a school psychologist, is not able to explain, James cannot exclude that behind the door that appeared in the place where Ivan's portrait usually occupies, there is a very small probability that something else is calling them.
This theory being only a little probable, it is more likely that too long confronted with the crazy girl, he is a victim of an illusion caused by the girl a little too obsessed with bones.
Another possibility suddenly strikes James' confused mind. Could he have consumed too much of his medicated candy and be as stoned as a poor student who has no choice but to sniff glue to relax? 
As a good geek with limited brainpower, Takeo doesn't have these concerns. Having finally understood that his laptop didn't follow him here, only listening his beastly instinct, his red eyes now focused on Jenny's big breasts, tongue hanging out for a different reason than before, he has already abandoned his so precious gamer chair to head towards this mysterious door where, according to his confused thoughts, his Orc female is patiently waiting for him. 
As if she was an apostle, placed right in front of the door, without a word, Jenny smiles then opens her arms towards the two men who still can't take their eyes off her. 
Like a loving mother, she observes these somewhat strange men whose behavior could worry a person who, unlike her, has not always lived in an alternative world.
The young girls looks benevolently at James in sweat who is suspended in the air, consuming his last pills.
Closer to her, Jenny smiles broadly at the young man in the yellow boxers whose gaze is directed at a certain part of her body. If she could understand the meaning of this lascivious look, it is likely that Jenny would take exception, but for the first time in osmosis with what surrounds her, more in adequacy with the reality, as usual, Jenny does not understand anything. 
With Rasputin's urging which shakes his tail bones more and more vigorously, as if she had been sent here by God who had personally chosen her to accomplish a mission, Jenny is about to fulfill her destiny. 
Elegantly, she turns around and places her hand on the handle of the candy pink semi-materialized door. 
...
When her hand comes into contact with the indefinite material of the handle, a new phenomenon occurs that the James never learned in the courses he took in England. It is instantaneous, too fast for the human eye to perceive, but one thing remains real: 
Where a moment ago Ivan was, now only a rectangle of golden light can be perceived.
"It is time to enter the real world."
What real world? If the real world of the beautiful long-legged girl is to make him a man developing autistic behavior, James refuses to pass this blinding light.
James' reality is governments that refuse to listen to the citizens who put them in office. 
The reality of a modern man is the big companies that spy on the proletarian who made the mistake of trusting them through apps and the internet. 
The reality is the rampant authoritarianism under the pretext of urban security or health issues. The deprivation of the most elementary rights as technology develops. The communitarianism, the manipulation of information by the media... This is the reality and this reassuring reality, James likes it. 
Aside from getting as far away from his fat Martha as possible, however reluctant he may be to separate himself from his reality to possibly be confronted with the discovery of a different vision that could disturb his life, the school psychologist is betrayed by his shoddy armchair. 
The cheap armchair provided by the High School swings from right to left, then without even considering James' point of view who particularly enjoys voting for a candidate who doesn't care what his constituents really want, he heads for the place where a few moments ago, there was a reproduction of Ivan on which last year, some little moron had the good idea to tag, James Kovach the glanshead.
James yells at his chair to stop, but the flying object doesn't listen. 
Obviously, it is just an object...
Like the chosen one by the pile of bones that she is, Jenny disappears first in the light, then it's the dirty boy's turn and finally, while he's still fighting against the unwillingness of his cheap armchair, James enters the golden passage. 
The psychologist of course thought of jumping but not being sure that his skinny legs would bear the shock, he could not bring himself to attempt this risky move. 
...
"This is... Why the hell can't I smell gasoline in this place?"
In response to a James observing the vast field consisting of light green weeds, in order to reassure him, Jenny puts her hand on his shoulder.
"Welcome to Rasputin's world."  
"Oh, the old man has become young. Wait old man, I have a pocket mirror that has saved my life many times. Without it, I would have confused virtual and real many times. Take it, I'll lend it to you."
James doesn't much appreciate the fact that this jerk cut off the beautiful Jenny who, it seems, is finally endowed with some form of intelligence. Not wanting to argue with a punk and avoiding touching the hand that must have been lying around in various suspicious places, he grabs the small round mirror.
Alerted by the words of the punk, without wasting any time James directs the small mirror towards his face.
Despite the fact that the glass of the object is particularly dirty, as the school psychologist directs the small mirror in various directions, a small tear flows from his right eye.
It is indeed the pants that he himself bought 3$ in the Clems supermarket, his ridiculous shirt that could not be uglier could not have been substituted, as for the Rolmex that highlights his little white arm, it is undeniable that it is the original and yet...
"What miracle could have happened to make me 20 again?"
At that very moment, many things go through the mind of a James so moved that he manages for the first time in years to forget about his fat Martha. 
As a new professional opportunity is suddenly offered to him, not being a school psychologist anymore, driving the beautiful Jenny to a cheap hotel would not be a breach of ethics, as for the purchase of an Italian suit...
Contemplating the reflection of the young man with skinny arms in the mirror, James' smile spreads on his lips.
More and more confident, already glimpsing a bright future, it is however at this precise moment that a fat woman in pajamas with a donut in her mouth and holding a television set in her arms is ejected from the rectangle of light which then disappears.
"Martha? Old bag, why do you come to ruin my life again?" ✏

<Chapter 3>

Ardes was inside a room with a large rectangle table. He sat on one side with his hands firmly placed on top of the white table. To his left he saw his own reflection from a large black mirror. He had black hair and tired looking black eyes. In the 27 years that Ardes had lived, he saw far too many police and crime shows for him not to know that the large black mirror on the wall was actually a two-way mirror. Usually there would be some big shots, chief investigators or the chief of police, behind the mirror trying to observe the suspect's actions and listening in on his every word.

'However, why am I here?'

Before the police investigators arrived to take care of the mess, a few reporters have managed to ask him a few questions. He wasn't the only one though. With alcohol still in their breaths, the two people who accompanied the victim told their side of the story as well. They basically told the reporters, and later the police, that the three of them were out partying and had way too much to drink. They exited the club and began walking aimlessly for a while until they arrived near the Boni Station overpass. That was when a guy started running down the stairs as another man on a motorcycle aimed a gun at them.

'Wait. Is that the reason why I'm being held here?'

Ardes didn't know what was happening. During the whole commotion, Ardes even forgot about coming to work. Rather than that, it was safe to say that he didn't get the chance as a police officer told him they needed to bring him to the station to answer a few more questions. Unfortunately, the police confiscated his phone and refused to let him out of the room before the supposed interrogation was done. As such, he hadn't had the opportunity to contact his supervisor since his last chat with her. He could already imagine Jenny's distorted face, fuming mad. The thought made him sweat a little and he wiped his brows with the back of his hand.

'Relax! This time, I totally have a legitimate reason for being late.'

Just when Ardes was trying to reassure himself and busily recalling the labor code, an old man in a maroon suit entered the room. He was a foreigner who looked quite fit for his age. He had white hair and sported a trimmed white goatee. Ardes guessed he was around late 50s to early 60s. In truth, the old man was actually 71 years old.

He regarded Ardes with his eyes and sat in front of him. He smiled widely when he saw Ardes' inquisitive expression and extended his hand towards him. Ardes took the old man's hand in his and shook them.

"It's nice to meet you, Ardes Lee. My name is David Jefferson." The old man then took out a card from his breast pocket and handed it over to Ardes.

Ardes was surprised. This David Jefferson fellow was a foreigner but he spoke fluently in Ardes' mother tongue. He couldn't help but admire him for that. He looked down and looked at the card he received. It had an elegant indigo color with gold trimmings at the edges. It had a matte finish and a faint flowery scent. At the center of the card were three words: THE BIAS INITIATIVE. Ardes flipped the card over and saw a phone number at the back of the card.

"You're not from the police station?"

"The station? Oh, heavens, no!" Jefferson guffawed. It was a laugh that sounded like a goose during mating season as it called out for its partner.

"I was visiting some acquaintances of mine here in your country when I happened to hear about the incident that happened earlier," said Jefferson.

"You just happened to hear about it?"

"I heard quite an interesting story, actually. I spoke to the woman who was with the victim before coming over. I believe her name was Cherry. Lovely girl, lovely figure, but her breath stank of alcohol."

Ardes raised an eyebrow.

"Cough, cough. Anyway, she said you were running down the stairs right when the three met with the hitmen. Was that true?"

Ardes pondered for a bit. To be honest, even he couldn't completely understand his actions from back then. Besides, what does it matter to this old man? He was not affiliated with the police so why was he asking him this? All he knew was that he had to satisfy the itch inside his head at that time. How does one explain that without sounding like a lunatic? Speaking of itch…

'02:34'

Jefferson saw him look at his watch and smiled even wider than before.

"At that time I thought something bad was going to happen so I ran. I can't really explain why I did it. It's not like I was trying to be a hero or anything." It wasn't a complete lie, Ardes told himself. "But why are you here, Mr. Jefferson? Did you personally know the victim?"

"Oh, no. I didn't come to you because of him. You see, I simply wanted to meet you."

"Me?"

"Tell me, Ardes. Have you ever heard of the term Synchronicity?" Jefferson continued to speak without waiting for a reply. "It's a concept popularized by analytical psychologist Carl Jung. It is a concept that talks about two or more events interacting in what is perceived to be a meaningful manner, but are actually causally unrelated. This means that what you may perceive as meaningful in your own personal way, such as seeing 02:34 on your watch or any other seemingly random number arrangements, are actually not as meaningful as you may believe. It is a concept used to argue against the existence of the paranormal."

Ardes was a little confused, but he got the gist of what Jefferson was trying to say. He was asking if Ardes believed if meaningful coincidences existed or not. But why him? Does he know something about his "talent?" But how could he? Ardes decided to be a little more honest.

"There is no such thing as meaningful coincidences, Mr. Jefferson. At least, I don't believe in them existing. Whether or not I see a bunch of numbers arranged in the most perfect way possible or not, it doesn't have anything to do with me. I don't believe in the paranormal."

"What if it's not just numbers?"

Ardes was taken aback. What if it wasn't just numbers? Like a meaningful coincidence that made three drunk young people, two hitmen, and a call center agent meet in one place?

"I'm here to tell you that Carl Jung was wrong. Meaningful coincidences exist. You exist." Jefferson smiled at that last bit. "You want proof? I'm right here in front of you, aren't I?"

"What do you mean?"

"You'll know soon enough. I already gave you my number. It's up to you to decide."

"Wait. I don't understand. Do you know something?" Ardes wanted to ask him about his "talent" and about the itch in his head he's been feeling for a long time. He just met the old man but he felt like the old man knew something he didn't. Either that or this was just some crazy old loon who managed to get inside the police station. The actual investigators are really outside the room. In a minute they'd come bursting in and take this crazy old man away. In spite of his doubts, Ardes couldn't help but ask. "Who are you?"

Jefferson didn't answer. He simply smiled and took out a coin. He tossed it in the air, caught it then flipped it on top of his hand. His hand covered it so Ardes couldn't see.

"Care to guess if it's heads or tails?"

Ardes made a complicated expression. Was Jefferson making fun of him? If meaningful coincidences are indeed real then guessing the face of the coin doesn't really matter. He can only guess. Ardes was not psychic; he couldn't see the future even if he wanted to. If he guessed right then that doesn't really prove anything.

He decided to just play along with Jefferson just to get things over with. However, it was then that he felt a subtle itch in his head that made him turn towards the two-way mirror for a very brief moment -- it was barely a glance -- before answering the old man.

"Tails."

Jefferson removed his hand and revealed the coin. However, it was not tails. There wasn't anything on the coin! It was a trick coin that was blank on both sides, Ardes realized. He got tricked! This old man really was crazy.

"Nobody said you could predict the future, Ardes. You can do something much, much more." Before leaving, Jefferson gestured over to the two-way mirror. The black rectangle suddenly became transparent and Ardes could see a man through the window. He had a hand on top of his other hand. When he lifted the hand on top, Ardes saw a coin. The man carefully took the coin and showed it to Ardes. It was tails.

"You have my number," Jefferson urged as he left the room.

Ardes was left expressionless at that. This crazy old man. He still didn't know what to believe. He sat there for a few more minutes until finally an officer entered the room and told him he was free to go. He also gave Ardes back his phone.

34 Missed Calls.
12 Unread Messages.

'I am so dead.'

<Chapter 3> End.

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Because apparently I'm an incompetent amateur writer who can't publish past 4 chapters even though I have a whole outline written down. Maybe writing here is not for me just yet.
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Every once in a while, some people may see the time showing 11:11 or 12:34 when they least expect it. Most chuck it off as mere coincidence and don't usually derive any significant meaning from it. For Ardes Lee, however, such moments happen on a daily basis. Ever since he was a kid, Ardes has been frequently finding himself glancing at his watch at specific times of the day without really meaning to. Now a grown man and working as a call center agent, Ardes never thought for a second this peculiar "talent" of his could change his life and the world. And it all started when he witnessed a murder first hand.

Chapter 1
Trevor:
Sunlight Town
Location: His House
June, 25th, 2025
4:35 PM
I tap rapidly on my controller, staring at the screen. "C'mon! C'mon!" I say desperately. "Anthony, flank them and pop a grenade!" I say in the mic. "Sure thing!" Anthony says back, until all of a sudden, the power goes out. "Uh oh." I say. I turn on my emergency lamp AKA just a regular lamp. Everything comes to sight around me, "Anthony?" I say on the microphone. "Can you hear me?" I say again. I get nothing for an answer, what's the hold up? I thought to myself, I open my door and walk out going to my basement. Which holds the power stuff, "Here goes nothing," I say. "RAHHHHH!" I yell and bash through the door. "Phew, thought I would see something like a monster." I get towards the power circuit and open it up, I look inside and look at it. "I'm no Guinness but I think this is on switch." I flip up the lever and the power turns back on. "Okay, back to gaming." I say then stepping out of the basement, and slamming the door behind me.
 I then hear something on the tv in the living room, "What's this?" I say, then jumping onto the couch John Cena style. I whip my head to the tv screen and it says something like this: "WARNING, WARNING. DANGEROUS AND CONTAGIOUS DISEASE IN SUNLIGHT TOWN. STAY INSIDE YOUR HOMES UNTIL FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS." The tv says. "Weird." I say, I go to my door and put my hand on the handle. "I think this is some prank show-" BASH The door topples down and zombies fill the living room "AGH! ZOMBIES!" I yell, I quickly run up stairs and grab stuff inside my room, "Uhh." I spot some Cherry bombs, the ones where they are as loud as a videogame shotgun sound at full volume. 
I grab them and head up to the attic, I fold down the ladder and climb up, "Zombies don't know how to climb ladders? Right?" I say to myself, I see a hand grip the corner of the wall. "OH FISH STICKS!" I yell then scrambling up to the attic, I look around and find a lantern, "Yes!" I say with my hands up in the air like I just won some world championship sport trophy thingy, I grab the lantern and turn it on, "Hmmmm." I say then looking around, I find my dad's baseball bat. "Rad!" I say, then grabbing the bat, I spot some nails and a hammer, I grab the box of nails and rip it open, I then grab the hammer and place the bat on some cardboard boxes. I start hammering in some nails near the edge of the bat. I finish up and grab black electrical tape, then wrapping it around the baseball bat handle. I rip off the electrical tape and stuff it in my pocket. I grab my old backpack which has a huge hole in it. I take out my electrical tape and tape it up. "Hot dog. Now this is what I'm talking about." I take some canned food and bottled water, shoving them into my old backpack. I see something at the corner of my eye, "Yes! My old satchel!" I raise it up in the air and put it on. It is all worn and torn, the buckle is a bit rusty, but that's okay. I then grab a hat and put it on, then taking a coat and bandana, I put on the coat and put the bandana to my neck for warmth, it feels like a scarf. In fact, I put it on my mouth. I hear banging on the door of the attic, "That's my que." I say, then jumping over boxes. I spot a mirror and look at myself, I look like some tough guy waste lander, I find some bandages and wrap them around my hands which work as boxing gloves, I grab some other gloves just in case I need it, I then feel a sharp pain on my right thigh, "Ooh!" I say holding it. I wrap it up in my bandages and stuff it into my backpack, then also take my cherry bombs and electrical tape and put them inside my backpack. I then find a rusty bayonet knife my grandpa found in a forest when he was 28 or 38. I take its sheath and also wrap electrical tape around the handle. I finally finish everything, and pack anything else useful, I find a coin purse full of coins and some dollar change. I stuff it into my satchel and then, Crick! Crack! BASH
! The attic door opens and zombies pile out. I jump to my zipline and ride it out of my attic window. "Beat that brain dead zombie!" I say behind me, rain pours everywhere basically polishing the streets. "Wait!" I single handedly took out my backpack searching for my radio scanner and walkie-talkie. I find them there. "Phew." I say, then pulling down my bandana and holding my backpack in my mouth and zip it up, I snatch my backpack from my mouth and slip it on. My mind plays some soundtrack instrumental apocalypse music. It feels like the start of the walking dead, just a kids story instead. I finally reach the end of the zipline and I appear in front of the comic book store, my favorite store, which also is half grocery store. I swing open the door with my left hand and take out my bat, resting it on my right shoulder. "Anybody here?" I say I get no answer in exchange, what a waste of words, I think in my mind, but not really a waste. I then find all of the food is fresh. "Good." I say then scraping some empty metal shelves. I quickly board up the doors with scrap and the windows. I grab my metal cutter and cut out a rectangle inside, I glue on a little handle on the rectangle and slip it back in, I also grab some super hero action figure gears and make some sort of open and close peep hole, but it's a rectangle.
 I see the rain pour and zombies moan, groan, and limp past the comic book/grocery store. I close the rectangle peep hole, "Hm." I find a little corner and grab a yard shovel plus a pickaxe. I grab the pickaxe and start to smash open the floor tiles. The floor tiles are gone and are big enough to make a hole where I can walk down. I toss the pickaxe aside and start digging, "Nobody said surviving a zombie apocalypse would be easy." I say to myself. 
8 HOURS LATER…
I finally finish and walk inside my little cave. I unpack everything there, I even bring with me a rolling shelf which could hold my food and water. I put it to the wall of the dirt and put all of my water and food there, I also take out my radio scanner and walkie, I set them down and take out my cherry bombs and bandages. I put them on the shelf which holds even more food and a couple jugs of water. I grab a water bottle and open it up, then pull down my bandana and gulp the water down. I chug half of it and put the cap back on. I put it on my desks which I fished out of the manager's office, I also sat down on the managers chair, it was SOOO comfy. I sighed until my radio scanner turned on to pick up a voice that I didn't know. It says: "THIS IS OUR FIRST BROADCAST OF THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE, WE WILL BROADCAST LATER AT 7 AM SHARP. WE LIVE AT THE SUNLIGHT TOWN BULLDOG MIDDLE SCHOOL, ALL ARE WELCOME…" The broadcast ends and I look outside, it sure is dark, good thing I packed my camping sleeping bag. I roll out my sleeping bag which has a pillow built in. I then hear some steps at the front door, "Trevor?"

When a full blown zombie apocalypse breaks out, Friends Anthony and Trevor have to fight monsters and zombies of all shapes and sizes. will they survive the apocalypse? or will they die trying?

WARNING: This chapter has dark thoughts that might be triggering. Read at your own risk! Know that you are not alone and if need help because of your own thoughts reach out and talk to someone you can trust!
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The door behind Kaylin slams shut behind him. Never failing to startle him before, but this time, it had, even though it seemed louder than before. Kaylin sighed and kept walking into his apartment, not even phased by the sound. Lost in his own thoughts after hearing some ridiculous news and tossing his mail on the table in the kitchen.
"I'm home, though, no one is here to respond." shrugging, he sits at the table instead of on his favorite chair, as if actually taking the time to see his surroundings.
His apartment was sparse, for he lived alone and was always working it seemed to him. So he had no social life. Which was rare for someone at the age of 20. He was amazed however, that he was able to keep it so clean, though, it wouldn't matter soon. He thought to himself.
It was a national announcement, the world was going to war against itself again. The year, for what it was worth, was Lost 28 AW. 'Lost' stood for the losing of most of civilization during the wars, the the fighting continued till Lost 18 AW. Ironically 'AW' stood for After Wars because the reasons for fighting was lost as well, just only the conviction of needing to fight was all that was left. The world finally sat down at Lost 16 AW to write peace treaties, only to have them finalized two years later.
Snorting at the thought, peace my ass. Should have sat down for peace talks the moment Lost was added to the front of the years. 
Kaylin would be lying if he wasn't bitter about it, he lost his parents at the age of 10 because they were drafted to fight and died soon after his 11th birthday.
'Well mom and dad. I want to say I made it to my 21st birthday. But looks like like I am getting shipped out just like you both were. The world is on the brink of war again, and my birthday present tomorrow is getting on a train to be trained to fight for the military.'
'Could always do something so that doesn't happen~' Shaking his head trying to ignore the voice, 'screw you, even though you are my thoughts, your comments scare me the most.'
'Oh~? It is not like I need to really help that much, I mean, you have already had the mental images in your head since mom and dad... passed...'
Kaylin stood up from his chair in frustration and sadness and walked to the bathroom. Turning the sink on to cold and splashing his face with cold water. Looking up at the mirror looking at his reflection. His dark brown hair was in the usual short ponytail that looked like a topknot. His stern diamond shaped face looked back, his bright piercing blue eyes looking back as if he was judging himself. Standing straight up he looked at the rest of his features, trying to pull himself away from his darker thoughts.
His body was slender with fair skin, his proportion were fairly even with his shoulders and hips making a fairly symmetrical rectangle. Due to food always being rationed, his frame showed signs of malnutrition. Just barely getting enough food to survive. Even with that said, if you were able to look past that, you could say he was handsome, even pretty. 
'At least I would look pretty in the news.' A stray thought creeped into his head. At this thought he grimaced, raising his fist and punching the mirror, causing cracks all over the mirror, distorting his reflection.
'At least my reflection now shows how I feel' He thought as he looked at his hand. It stung, but surprisingly, there were no cuts, bruises, or broken bones. At least my luck works out for me in ways that benefit me at times, as he looked back at the mirror with a frown on his face.
As another thought entered his mind.
'DO IT~'

Having lost all faith in humanity due to systemic racism and elitism after years of war between themselves, Kaylin finds himself in a deep depression and the voice in his head gets louder. After mustering what seems to be the last of his will and determination to be a better person himself and vowing to not only change himself but change the world for the better one step at a time, no matter the cost, suddenly, he is given a second chance at life. BY A JESTER?!

A pair of hazel eyes fluttered open.

They repeatedly blinked to adjust the light in the room which was neither too dark nor too bright, but the room still received quite a lot of sun rays that easily passed through the open window.

The girl with the hazel eyes felt the heaviness in her head when she tried to move.

There was a dull pain from her left wrist. She took a look and found something attached to it. The girl frowned and tried to figure out what was the thing that seemed to latch on her skin.

She saw her right hand was free and attempted to take a look at her surrounding.
The room smell... fresh and foreign. It was a complete contrast to the dark, dingy room she used to stay at.

A drop of tear escaped her eyes.

The consciousness inside the girl's body had braced herself for death. A true eternal rest at the price of an unbearable pain that likely destroyed her body in the process.

But at least, her spirit would be free. It was worth the sacrifice, or she thought.

Just look at this unfamiliar room.

She deeply prayed that she didn't wake up anywhere close to the land of her kingdom or that wretched other kingdom who dared to manipulate her until she was thoroughly hurt. Body and mind, literally.

However, when she tried to sense for her power, her body showed no reaction.

'Is it because my body hasn't recovered yet?'

The girl raised her hands to inspect the inside of her palm.

No spark. None at all.

Not even a tiny hint of magic existed.

The sudden feeling of helplessness surged up within her. Never has she ever felt so vulnerable at that moment.

But those feeling didn't last long.

When she caught a glance of her current self in the mirror, she froze.
It wasn't the body of her twenty seven years old self.

Her frame had become a bit tinier, more fragile-looking.

Her long wavy hair was cut short on the shoulder. It was the same shade of black, only thicker.

The face looking back at her was also thinner, paler.

But what stole her breath was the eyes.

It has the color of honey, instead of dark obsidian. They look so alive and so vibrant despite her frail condition.

The curiousity and wonder she felt were perfectly reflected in that pair of eyes.

The girl facing the mirror tentatively touched her cheek to make sure this wasn't a mere illusion.

'It is real,' she mouthed to herself.

A pink elastic band around her right wrist captured her attention. There were words written on the small white rectangle surface.

The words were a bit hard to read but the girl managed to murmur it.

"H..Han.. Yue.. Lin?"

'Han Yuelin.'

This body's name was Han Yuelin.

In her former life, she was a powerful sorceress who can conjure up deadly storm and create rain of blood from the corpse of the fallen soldiers. When her time of servitude finally ended, and quite tragically at that, she closed her eyes with hope for a peaceful rest, free from her calamitous gifts and other worldly matters.

However, who would have thought that she will wake up to this new, modern world in the body of a young woman who had been in coma for weeks with no sign of recovering?

Suddenly finding another chance in life, the ex-sorceress is determined to live the youth she hadn't the chance to fully experience before. 

Unbeknownst to her, a certain someone from far away whispered into the night.

"Little flower, just because your soul runs to another world, don't think you can forever escape me."

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Photo by Nguyen Nguyen on Unsplash

Author's Note: Please don't post this story outside webnovel for whatever reason(s), thank you :)

As usual, he stopped for a while to gaze lovingly at Roux. However, he was distracted when he realized the mademoiselle was glaring at him through the transparent mirror. 
Instead of running away and pretended as if he was not caught red handed strangely ogling at a mannequin, the man decided to enter the shop and greeted the mademoiselle. 
"Good Morning Mademoiselle" the man tipped his hat to show his respect toward the supposedly older mademoiselle.
"Ouh….Good morning to you too" the mademoiselle raised from her chair by the fireplace. "May I help you Sir?"
"Ahh….Mademoiselle! I am very interested to buy one of your antiques that was displayed on the mirror" he said excitedly.
"And pray tell me which one of them?"
"The mannequin. I really felt in love with her beauty and would like to buy her so I could decorate my house with it…." his words trailed off as he he realized that he sounded like a creep.
"Ahahahaha…you are one funny guy. I had people coming to buy antiques from my shop to decorate their house, but none of them bought any human sized mannequin as decoration" 
"Ahh…. well…" he subconsciously rub the back of his head by using his right hand. "Let say, I have different kind of taste when it comes about decoration" he grinned uncomfortably at her. 
The mademoiselle lifted one of her eyebrow after listening the words uttered by the young man.
Roux who had been standing still in front of the mirror (like usual) wanted to scream. Why did he said things that made him sound like a total creep?!
"I won't inquire more about your 'weird' taste in decorating your house. But please forgive me Mr…?"
" Er….James. James Smith" 
" Mr Smith. Hmm.. that is a very common name" she commented. "Nevertheless, Mr Smith. It pains me to tell you that I could not sell the mannequin to you"
"Why?"
"Because I don't think a man like you could afford MY mannequin" she said with condescending tone while staring at the young man from the head to his toe. 
If Roux could breath. She would be letting out an exasperated sigh. Of course Mr Smith could not afford her. In fact he could not even afford the the cheapest thing in the shop! Contrary to the rumour widely believe by the locals, all of the antiques in this shop are real and expensive!
By looking at the way Mr.Smith dress and speaks, it was painfully obvious that he was from around the area in which also means that he belonged to the working class people. None of them could afford any antiques and truthfully, they had never have any interest to buy one.
"How much is the mannequin's price? I would try to find a way to….."
"Even if…. you had the money. I won't sell her to anyone. The mannequin is not for sell. It stays in the shops forever" Her lazy eyes were directed right at the mannequin.
"Then, why did you put her on display if you have no intention to sell her?"
" That's because..." The mademoiselle proceed to turn her attention toward the man who was standing in front of her."… she's working for me…." She flashed her sardonic smiled at him. 
There was no response from Mr.Smith. The shop's existence had always been a mystery to the locals around here. But to know that the owner referred to a mannequin as her worker made him had a goosebumps. 
"Huh…well then. There's no way to talk to you to sell her to me?"
"Yes." she nodded her head. Her teardrop earring kept on dangling while she was nodding her head. 
"Alright then. Please excuse me" the young man then exited the shops without even looking back at them. 
Roux was devastated. Now, she had to say goodbye to her only admirer.
"Roux!"
"Yes mademoiselle!"
"Stop seducing men on the streets. I hoped this is going to be the last one" the mademoiselle was giving her a strict warn!
Roux shuddered in her place before replying "Yes mademoiselle". 
"Stop giving me trouble. I could not handle too much problem at one particular time. We need less human in this place" the mademoiselle reached for her feather hat. Despite living in the simple working class area, the mademoiselle never failed to dress in weird extravagant way, acting as if she belonged to the upper class society. 
 Her fashion sense had been the locals favourite gossip the entire time she walk out of the shop's front door. The locals girls however adored her extravagant hats and gowns. 
"I have an engagement after this. I'm going out now and will be back probably by...tomorrow. For the time being, be good" she warned the mannequin. 
The mademoiselle exited the shop and locked it from outside. She then flipped the 'open' sign so that it would display the word 'close' instead. 
Roux watched her master walking away from the shop in an elegant manner. This wretched woman did not even belonged to this street. If she wanted to stay obscure among the working class people, why not act like one!
The day had past and the night show up. The mademoiselle was being true to her words. There was no signs of her on the streets. So, she was probably going to sleep over at the town. 
Roux was about to leave her place at the display platform before she caught the sight of suspicious shadow of a man lurking in front of the shop.
'Who is that? A drunk man?'
Suddenly, she heard the sound of the door being forced open from outside. After struggling for a while, the determined James Smith walked into the antique shop with a weird tool in his hand. 
'Oh no! What do I do? Should I move? But, wouldn't I scared him, if he knew that I am a living mannequin' Roux was having an internal debate with herself when Mr.Smith stopped in front of her and reached out his hand to her as if beckoning her to get down from the display spot.  
'Wait! What was he doing? Did he know that I can move?'
"Er…miss..miss mannequin. I know you can move"
"Huh? How did you know?" without realizing it, Roux accidentally exposing herself in front of him as she was too excited. 
" Coz I knew you been lokin' at me the whole time. I can feel it" he admitted. 
This statement flattered her. If she was a living human with blood flowing in her vein, she would be blushing right now.
"But, what are you doing here?"
"I want to take you away from this place"
"I can't"
"Why?"
"I promise my master I would wait till she comes back tomorrow"
"Do you think she would allow you to go if you ask for her permission?"
Roux shook her head slowly.
"That's right. Come with me Roux. Let's run away from this place" he extended his other hand toward her. 
Without her realizing it , both of them already on the street trying to sneak out past the alleyway. Mr.Smith brought a piece of long cloth to cover Roux's body underneath. They did not want to spook any other people that they would stumbled upon on the street. 
However, their plan had already been predicted by the mademoiselle. Well that's a clairvoyant for you!
They immediately stopped on tract when they discovered the mademoiselle was standing at the end of the street. 
Still clad in her extravagant gown and feather hat, the woman was smoking her tobacco pipe casually while holding a rectangle looking lamp in her other hand.
She breath out smokes while staring intently at both of them.
"Where are you going?"
"Ohhh mademoiselle please let me go" Roux pleaded to her master.
"Stop pretending innocent Roux. I told you to stop seducing innocent people!" 
"She did not seducing me. I fell in love with her!" Mr.Smith tried to intervene.
Ignoring the young man, the mademoiselle instructed Roux to follow her home. However, Roux had already grew a spine and refuse to follow the instruction. This made the mademoiselle's blood boils. 
She then promptly breath out another round of smokes out of her mouth right at the couple's direction.
"Mr. Smith! Hold your breath! She was blowing sleeping drugs at us!" Roux instructed. James Smith immediately covered his nose with a handkerchief.
Seeing that her trick with sleeping drug went off. The mademoiselle threw her tobacco pipe aside and pointed her rectangle lamp toward them. 
"Be careful, the mademoiselle are able to summon fire spirit inside the lamp to attack us" once again, Roux once again revealed her master's hidden trick. 
Just like how the mannequin explain, the fire inside the lamp spread out into the form of a silhouette resembling of a dragon that spit fire breath at both of them. 
James Smith was in disbelief watching something that he had never encountered before . However, the man was quick enough to immediately planted his body on the ground in order to duck from the fire.
"what else can she do?!" he yelled at Roux.
"That's all. She could not fight, that's why she always has trick under her sleeve" Roux elaborated. 
"Does that means that she was defenseless in term of short range attack?" he pointed out. 
"Probably" 
"If that is what it takes…."
James Smith immediately get up from the ground and began to run quickly toward the mademoiselle. He pulled out a punch straight to her face. The force from the punch pushed the mademoiselle to the ground.
Thud!!!
The sound of her head hitting the cobbled ground echoed through the quite street. Blood began to oozed out of a large wound on her head. The mademoiselle laying unmoved on the ground. 
"Mademoiselle!!" Roux was crying for her master. She tried to approach her but Mr.Smith quickly pulled her away.
"Quick! We had to go now before someone sees us" he implored.
Both of them began to run as fast as they could to get away from the street.

This story is set in an alternate universe.A mysterious antique shop operated at one of the most infamous alleyways in the street of London in 1885. The mademoiselle who operated the antique shop is peculiar woman and her mannequin is equally terrifying!
what kind of secret that the antique shop's held all this time?

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