Chapter 1.0 "A Cruel Destiny"

Andra remembered it clearly. It had been about three years ago. Thanks to a mysterious red stone ball his found while spending the holidays at him grandfather's house.

The red stone ball was no ordinary stone. Immediately after he touched it. Somehow he always dreamed of strange things. A fantasy world like him saw in comics or novels.

At first, Andra thought his dreams were just nonsense. Then he met a strange white haired girl. Somehow Andra couldn't see the faces of everyone in the fantasy world.

Thanks to the dreams in this fantasy world. Actually very profitable for Andra. In fact, he likes to read stories like this for reference because him makes his own fantasy comics.

Andra wants to be a comic book artist. He is still young and has always been underestimated by his parents. Andra is very serious about his goals. But after two years. Exactly when Andra was fifteen years old.

The dream of entering the fantasy world began to affect real life. Although Andra didn't sleep. Somehow he still made it into the fantasy world.

Apparently there were two incidents that hurt Andra. The first was when he was in a convenience store. He was holding a loaf of bread. Andra suddenly found himself in the woods. Panicked by strange stares in the dark, Andra ran for cover. Then suddenly he was in the middle of the road and was hit by a car.

Thanks to this incident. Andra was badly injured and immediately rushed to the hospital. After hhe woke up, him parents were obviously against he wishes. According to him parents, Andra had gone too far into the realm of the unconscious because he was always drawing. Especially after Andra told them about his strange dreams. He was considered strange by his own parents.

The second time was during a vacation at the river. Andra again entered the fantasy world without realizing it. That afternoon he fell right into the river while his family was having a barbecue. Fortunately, the river was not swift. Andra, who was witnessed by many people, made him stepmother hate him even more.

In fact, his father persuaded Andra not to focus too much on drawing and asked him to focus on his future first. But him stepmother was very hard on Andra. To him stepmother, Andra was a waste of money for his own ideals.

Having a difficult life because of his parents. Making his bloodless relationship with him younger sister so distant.

She name was Vira Amelia. With shoulder length black hair and red glasses. She was a year younger than Andra. She was a smart girl in school. In fact, Vira was the main reason Andra's life was the way it was.

Still, Andra never hated his younger sister. Even Vira sometimes helped him from behind. At the time, everything seemed fine. But things became more difficult when Andra entered the second grade of high school.

Vira, who went to the same school as Andra, slowly began to distance herself from Andra. Everyone at school knew what Andra was going through. Because of this, there were sometimes people who made fun of Andra as a freak or a crazy person.

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The August drought is particularly oppressive. Bekasi is already known as the hottest city in Indonesia. Sweat was pouring out of every student's clothes.

It was four o'clock in the afternoon. Everyone in the school was mostly downstairs getting ready to go home. But Andra was different. He chose to be alone on the roof, leaning against the railing.

His black bag, which he opened and threw in front of his, made Andra take a deep breath. Today was the same as before. He was being bullied again by his male classmates.

His coloring book full of Andra's paintings was a mess; some parts were torn, some pages were scribbled, and there were also traces of spilled drinks.

Andra was used to it all. But he knew he couldn't fight them. Andra couldn't fight the world. So all Andra could do was pretend he didn't know. Even though he knew who the main culprit was.

The bullying by his male classmates was not just about the bag. The table that was scribbled on. Under the table, filled with rat carcasses. Even a chair covered in chewing gum. Andra slowly got used to all these disruptions. Also to his loneliness. Andra was used to being alone.

It was unknown how long Andra had been avoiding people by being alone on the roof of the school. Slowly, the sweat fell and soaked his cheeks. He hadn't expected the dry season to last longer than usual this time.

As he wiped away the sweat with his right hand. Andra turned to the multipurpose field, which was slowly being abandoned by students and some extracurricular activities. Andra, who did not participate in extracurricular activities, made his life flexible. He was not forced to participate in such activities. That's why after school. Andra usually continued his comics immediately.

The four-story school building became quieter. Slowly, Andra rose from his seat. His cell phone showed five thirty in the afternoon. He really hadn't expected to spend thirty minutes on this roof, which usually took less than fifteen.

There was a slight puff coming from Andra's nose. Andra tried to breathe in the air of this hot city. He forgot that Monday was a very busy day. So it was only natural that there were still many students doing their activities at school.

Andra quickly packed his bag and got ready to go home. But there was something Andra never expected to see. The bullies slowly climbed the stairs and headed for the roof.

"I knew you were still here, Ndra!"

"So this is where that freak is hiding from us? No wonder he always disappears after school."

Andra obviously immediately avoided the gang by circling the entrance to the school roof. He was trying to hide from the mob that liked to play in groups. But it seemed that God was not on his side that day.

In an instant, Andra was spotted by one of the boys and dragged to one of the fence posts.

A man who was the leader of the gang banged on the iron railing behind Andra. His face filled with anger, he urged Andra to explain the situation.

"What are you talking about?" asked Andra irritably, "I don't understand at all."

"I heard you talking to my girlfriend earlier! Is that true?" asked the man whose name Andra couldn't remember.

Andra raised his eyebrows, "What kind of idiot approaches your girlfriend? I also know the limits of not dealing with you. I just helped her by returning her cell phone that she left in the cafeteria."

"Don't trust him," replied one of the people from another class, "I clearly saw him holding your girlfriend's hand earlier."

"Are you kidding me?" asked Andra as he exhaled heavily, "Do you trust him more than that geeky looking me?"

"You can't fool around!"

The stomp of the man standing right in front of Andra inadvertently knocked down the metal railing. The man's eyes widened and he was immediately caught by his two friends to prevent him from falling. But Andra was different. His body immediately shot down from the roof of the school, leaving all the silence that everyone felt.