Prologue

The moment parents heard their child's first cry, it signals a new and separate life has already begun. A period of domestic felicity for the parents of the child who cried for protection, care, and support.

After a year, the child will acquire its own identity, will start to write its own destiny and will about to start their journey in this dangerous world.

The first day of kindergarten. Eyes are drench in tears calling for mama, oh just kids competing for whoever have the most fancy pencil case or who have the most number of crayons... to suddenly taking the lump of love and relationship highschool fiasco, realized how scary the unknown ahead.

Until suddenly, the child they once knew becomes an adult themselves in the wild and stressful life of college just to find a 'suitable job' they say, i don't really understand that- but oh well, then sooner or later will find a partner, marry, and make a family together as they welcome and raised their own.

Therefore, even if you've made billions or whatever, got super famous, have a miserable life, experienced unfortunate twists. I'm telling you the stories will all have the same ending.

Six feet under...

but it depends, sometimes in ash?

"Superior Manager Cean! We have a red alert!"

"What are you talking about?" He fumed.

"The branch in the Philippine island can't handle all the number of their new Expiries! Its a mess! They only have a number of Cypers there, they can't handle cases like this on their own."

My brow raised. Oho, Look what we have here. Cean stopped momentarily and took a deep breath. A smile crept in my lips.

Well, he doesn't have any other choice but to- "Call MORSE, tell them to come in instance." And his men immediately vanished from the sight.

Seconds later, Cean can't find his concentration.

My my...

Tossing the pen on the table hiding under the mountains of papers, he sighs for the second time and toss his body on his seat. I bet different scenarios of what may happen in consequence start to flash on his mind, "Did I really live that bad to receive this big pile of misery?" Mumbling worlds, biting nails. Oh dear, apprehension was painted magnificently on his complexion.

"Fuck I'll just go there myself!"

I raised my wine glass in return as he dashes outside, bidding my goodbye.

What a poor child.

Do you think dying is really the end as you and all the people around you say? Well darling, MORSE Agency at your service afterlife.