Arrival

That woman only laughed when she heard the new words spoken by an old man. Who exactly is he? How dare he say such a thing.

"And what about Heveadal? Aren't you just an ordinary man attempting to deduce the background of human history? Come on... don't act ridiculous, old man," mocked the pale-skinned woman. She stood up and patted the remaining snow stuck to her pants with a thick hers. That woman returned her gaze to the old man of who still stare at her.

"Young lady... Who doesn't know anything about history of Heveadal? Only a few people have ever heard the story of the legions that should be locked inside a magnificent palace that only angels have the option of entering. Am I mistaken?" He inquired.

That woman snorted, and she chose to approach from the front. Men's visible teeth are no longer intact, as evidenced by a wrinkled grin on their lips.

"Young Lady, Lorca is waiting for everyone's response!" exclaimed an elderly man from afar as a woman rushed forward, raising one hand and waving from afar.

Huh!

There is nothing interesting about it.

Margot—her name—waves her hand in the air, then her body blurs with a faint red glow light, visible like a phantom shadow, and vanishes in the middle of the crowd.It appears that no one noticed the presence of Margot, the woman who brought the heat every time he touched a human. There will be a dispute that occurred.

Consider this instance.

"Catch that man!" voice, gallop step, ragged breath, chasing a new guy who just came out of the bank across the road. A new man robbed a bank and injured an elderly woman inside.

One of the cops takes a quick step forward while pointing a gun at a man's leg. With only a very precise aim and one shot, the bullet sped up to the right, causing a sensation of heat all over the body.

When blood from flowing ankles stains the previous snow a little bit, he falls down and groans in the street full of snow. The only cop, who is more stocky and has a disproportional face, quickly apprehends a man who is unable to move due to the increasing pain on his body.

"Dude, hand over your keys. You've already hurt an old woman. What if she's dead?"

"I swear I can hear voices in my head. They ask me to hurt that woman, and I obey, because... those who want that woman's pain, sir!" exclaimed the man who had to force himself to stand up with pain in the ankle. The police do not intervene when men's legs are bleeding.

"You're insane! I'm surprised. This city has been messed up for almost a week. Seasonal sudden cold has not yet arrived, though the new season cold will end one month later.Doomsday will soon arrive with the troops crusher from hell!" The skinny cop cursed, who already had one fruit bullet in his body.

The police officer grumbles, pushing the robber's body away who was disappointed that he did not succeed in his job.

Indeed, the city's situation has become increasingly chaotic in the nearly one week since the emergence of a natural phenomenon that is unusual in a large city. A light with a fast-moving tail descends to Earth. Following that, a loud explosion could be heard from hundreds of kilometers away. But nothing was discovered at the point where the explosion occurred.

Day and night, since the day that snow returned to the ground before night fell, city residentshave felt the heat. Even someone came into the house in pain, feeling dehydrated, after the temperature dropped below 0 degrees. The situation is only a few hours old and then returns to normal, with the right season of cold and ordinary.

*

Jordan is drinking a cup of hot coffee at a café where he has a subscription. He used to waste time freeing himself. He rarely wants to accompany Kateline when she goes out. A man who is more content when accompanied by friends or his friends. Even though Kateline is a lot of fun, he doesn't want to invite her to go with him because women with slender bodies can only understand.

Dreamcather stands in front of the door, tinkling, but no one opens the door or enters the room. Jordan stares long enough at the decorated moving door with no blown wind.

"Josh!" Jordan calls out to a barista who is watching a baseball game on TV. Arms bent, leaning against the barista's table, while Josh himself stared at the screen with unblinking eyes, occasionally swearing when his favorite team didn't score. 

"Hi, Josh!" Jordan exclaims once more. He gone deaf because he's too serious about watching sports on TV.

"Hm? What's the matter? " Josh responded indifferently, his gaze fixed on the television above his head.

"Does this dreamcatcher always sound on its own even when no one touches it?" Jordan inquired about Josh. Josh turned his head, one of his eyebrows raised, slightly perplexed by what Jordan had told him.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you hear the sound of clatter from the little bells that are on things? Decoration display in front door that makes a lot of noise." Jordan responded. Jordan dared to swear he heard a clatter, followed by decoration that moved to the front as if there was someone new just touching it.

"No, I don't hear anything. Just ask the man sitting at the corner table, who knows he might hear it too. Never mind Jordan, you want to say that thing has mystical powers? It's just an ordinary dreamcatcher deliberately installed to beautify the cafe," said Josh at length. 

Jordan was surprised to hear Josh say to him, there's a man at the corner table? True, the man was where Josh had said he was, but when did he sit there? 

Jordan turned around and noticed a man looking down at his cellphone screen. Long noticed, then men who rose stood up and walked to the front. When he passed Jordan's table, he purposefully brushed, combing part of the table's surface, weathering the cold Jordan felt when men passed by.

"Do you want to order something new, man?" Josh inquired.

The man nods and moves slowly, but Jordan doesn't get confused.

"Afogatto one," He said.

"How light is it for food?" Josh inquired once while typing an order on the screen of the touch machine monitor transaction cafe.

"Croissants," said the man who responded quickly.

Josh stares at the men, who appear to be making Josh uneasy.

"Ten dollars," Josh said.

"I don't have any money," He said slowly, inclining his body to the front. Josh felt his entire body. The body stiffens, and the throat becomes choked. But Jordan isn't aware of it. Josh is attempting to call Jordan, but his voice cannot be heard at the same time.

A thin grin appears on his lips, he closes his eyes, and his lips move around as if chanting something. Josh feels a tightness in his chest, as if thousands of tons of crushing burden are pressing down on him, and he is unable to get oxygen into his body.

Jordan's eyes are preoccupied with observing the situation on the road through the window glass cafe.

Jordan turned his head to see the man from earlier fall down and fall on the floor.

"Josh, what happened!" Jordan exclaimed, then stood up and approached the helpless lying man on the floor. Her face was pale, as if she lacked blood.

"Maybe, he's sick. Just call the hospital for an ambulance," Josh replied flatly and coldly with an unusual intonation. He turned and looked back at the television screen. No one noticed the different hues in Josh's eyes. Blood red.