He just drew blood from him.

The Taxi man was glad that a person like Owen from a powerful family was willing to help him find his wife. He grips the steering wheel as he stares at the road ahead. That wife of his...how dare she take away the one thing they had to survive on. If it werent for her, he would be at the gambling den enjoying his life with women on his arms rather than drive taxis that earns him almost nothing. 

Owen rolls down the window on his side and looks at the huge buildings and cars. This place isn't that different. It is just like where he came from, except that people here have extra ordinary powers and werent normal humans. He wonders why everyone wasn't allowed to have a system when they could really make it available for every citizen. A bike rider notices him after they reach a red light and the man shouts. 

"Owen Duurm! The dead Owen Duurm. Eveyone look." The passer bys and the drivers all turn their heads to his direction. Different gasps coming from different parts of the road. People were really surpised to see him alive. Didnt his family announce that they were mourning his death? 

Although this man is the dummy and disgrace of the Duurm family, he is still liked by lots of people because he is known to always help people. 

Owen smirks at them and waves his hand before rolling his window up again. People had already taken photos and were posting it online already. Who doesn't like this kind of gossip? 

The Duurm family had announced him dead but here he is, alive and well. 

And there is already the rumour that the Duurm family might have either killed Owen themselves or is keeping him hostage somehwere. It seems that Owen coming back alive wouldnt be good news for the Duurm family. 

The taxi man glances at Owen through the mirror and shakes his head. This man is known to be very nice, if his family really wanted him dead, he could not help but feel scared for him. The higher up families must have lots of secrets and shady things going on behind the face they put on for the media. 

Owen didnt know when he fell asleep. When he woke up, it was the taxi man that woke him. 

"Sir, we are here." 

He looks at the villa and nods his head. It was grey coloured although he had to admit he had made himself believe it would he of bright colors like purple or blue, since the side charcter is a bubbly person. He on the other hand is more of an introvert. He couldn't start to think of how he woud survive and how he would keep the comoany running. He alights from the car and thanks the taxi man. He inputs the password and enters the villa. Heading straight for the master bedroom situated upstairs. He quickly walks into the bathroom to ease himself. After doing this, he felt his whole body calm down. He had been holding his pee in since he woke up in the forest. Owen turns around and notices his AI standing right behind him. 

"Goodness. Are you a pervert? Why did you follow me here?" 

The AI tilts her head to a side and reminds him. "I have already seen young masters special front tail. It is no longer special to me." 

Owen twitches his lips at her words. His penis is no longer special to her?

Tsk...his penis is one of the most special in the world. How many men his age could remain virgin to this age? 

"Fine fine..you can leave. I will call for you when I need you." 

She bows her head and then fades away. Owen smiles knowinh he has the whole house to himself. He quickly takes a bath and jumps into the soft bed naked to sleep. 

In his sleep, he had a dream. In his dream, he stood infront of his exact copy and they both stare at ecah other. When he moves forward, the other him moves backward. When he tilts his head to the left, the  other him tilts his head to the right. 

"Who are you?" Owen questions. 

"I am yours truly. Yours trulys inner self." The other him replies with a smile. 

"Me? My inner self?" He glances at the other him whose white cloth was stained with some red liquid and hands was covered in something red as well. The other him now has a sinister smile on his face now knowing that Owen had recognized what he had on him. 

He brought up his left palm and showed the back of his palm to Owen. There was a white glowing triangle shape at the back of his palm. "I am you. You, whom you cannot avoid." He gave Owen an evil laughter that made ants crawl on his skin. 

Owen begins to shake his head. No! "No. You cant be me. I cant..I cant look like that." He wouldn't look that evil. He moves backward and the other him moves forward. "Go away! You are not me!" 

The evil ones laughter continues to echo in his head even as the other him vanishes. He finally calms down and brings his hands up to wipe his face. When he does this, he noticed that he had rubbed some liquid on his face. Bringing his hands up to look at it, he saw red liquid on his hand. Dried and fresh blood. He quickly stares at his white clothes and sees blood stains on it. Furiously shaking his head, he begins to take shaky steps backward. 

"No. No...this cant be me! This can't be happening! No!" 

Before he woke up from his subconscious state, he glances sideways and saw himself but this time with a sinister evil smile plastered across his face. 

"Wake up!" Someone shouts while pouring water over his head. 

Owne jolts wake and sits upright. Breathing heavily. Water was dipping from his face and hair onto the duvet. The bed was almost covered in water by now. He couldn't tell if he was sweating from the strange dream or if it was the water on him. Hurriedly, he brings his hand to his view and sees nothing on it. He had slept naked and so noticed his body wasnt filled with blood. 

Owen places his face in his palm and tries to stabilise his breathing. The fear he had felt from the strange dream, slowly slipping away. 

"What are you doing standing there? Drag him out ofnbed." A voice commands. 

A hand reached out to drag his hair but Owen grabs it by the wrist. The fear that had had, now turned to anger. He raised his head an glared at an elderly figure with wide eyes. 

Swiftly, he moves his hand from the elderly mans wrist and kneels on thenbed now grabbing the man his neck. In one movement, he slams the elderly man against his night stand, the back of his head shattering his bed side lamp. The mans face was immediately pale due to fear and devoid of blood. Owen increases his grip on the mans neck, watching as the elder man struggled to breath. He then warns him through gritted teeth. 

"Dont you dare….ever disturb my sleep again." He warns, his tone sounding animalistic. 

The elderly man felt something wet in the back of his head. He coul9 tell if it was his blood or some of the water he had spilled on his nephew had found it's way to the floor. 

Scared to his brim, he quickly nods his head.

Owne releases the man and sits back in his bed, not noticing the wide eyes of the people who were in the room. The first thing he does was wrap the duvet around himself and walk into his closet. Picking a trousers, he wore it and throws a round neck T-shirt on his shoulder. Coming back into the room, he finds the elderly man being helped by some white haired guy. 

It was when he saw the blood stains on the floor did he realise what he had done to the man. Bringing his hand up to his face, he stares at the blood stain in horror. 

Did he…one of the nicest humans, just draw blood from that man?