1 Meeting of the first murderer and death.

"One, two... My eyes are on you."

"Three, four... the knife in my throat."

"Five, six... grip it for me."

"Seven, eight... push it for me."

"Nine, ten. Give me your soul."

The boy suddenly woke up, and a pair of beautiful eyes were staring at him seductively. "Good morning, or should I say... good evening?" "AAH!" He instinctively pushed her away and crawled backward.

"Wh-who are you?" the boy asked. He then used the back of his hand to wipe his sweat from his forehead, but suddenly got stunned when he saw his hand holding a knife. "Aaah!" He threw it immediately and looked at the girl with fear in his eyes.

He asks, "Who're you? Where am I?" as he glances left, right, and all around him. He attempted to inquire again when he didn't hear back, and she only answered with a sobbing sound. "Hey," he hesitated first, but when she didn't respond and remained still, he tried to approach her cautiously.

His heart begins to beat more quickly. He raises his hand and tries to reach her shoulder. When his hand touches her skin, she suddenly grabs his wrist. She turned around, and he saw her bloodied neck. With hollow black eyes and hollow lips, she screamed, "AAAAAAAH!" and pinned him down.

The girl's strength was such that she held fast to the boy's wrist despite his attempts to push her away. In a panic, he hit, kicked, and slapped her until he cried, "Leave me alone! Get away from me!" The girl pressed her face against his, refusing to move, and blood gushed from her neck to his hand as he strungled her with brute force.

Breathless, he punched her bleeding neck one final time, all his might unleashed, opening the cut and gushing blood out. The girl pulled back, losing her hold. She shot him a bloody eye while holding her neck and experiencing excruciating pain.

He used this chance to run away, but the girl hurriedly grabbed his feet. When she succeeded, she used both of her arms to push her body to hug his entire legs. This caused him to fall down again, and the girl crept toward him. She leaned her face toward his back and hugged him gently.

"Fufu—ahahahaha" she suddenly laughed, "you're really fun to tease". She hugged him tightly and bowed her face more toward his back.

The boy couldn't do anything; he felt that his heart would run away, abandoning him. Then he began to sob. "Please, let me go," and he was so terrified that he was unaware that he had already urinated in his trousers.

She stopped embracing him, put her fingers to his lips, and muttered, "Shhhh," rotating his body to face her. Then she put her hands on the boy's face, gently brushing her fingers over his cheeks one by one. The boy remained still; he sensed that his spirit was attempting to leave him as well as his heart.

She then looks at him, and the boy looks back directly into her eyes. Yes, her beautiful eyes could stop anyone's heart from adoring her very existence. The girl's lips touch his cheek, and her tongue tastes his sweat and tears. The boy shivered; he couldn't understand what was happening, and he felt another hot steam coming through his pants. He uncontrollably peed again.

"Ah~" she suddenly moans, "what a cute boy."

"Pl-ple, please don't," he said, closing his eyes as his tears fell down again. "You don't need to worry; I won't eat you or hurt you. I promise you," she said as she licked his tears.

She then got up and tried to give him a hand. The boy's heart felt assurance when she said she wouldn't hurt him; he unconsciously reached for her hand, and she assisted him to get on his feet. He tried his best to calm himself by rubbing his chest before he tried to ask again, "Who are you?"

With love and curiosity, the girl's eyes glistening in the moonlight as she fixed him with her gaze. Instead of responding, she said, "Isn't this lovely?" With a smile that was both seductive and enticing.

"Lovely?" The boy curiously asked, and a cold wind suddenly bloomed and touched both of their skins. He has now just realized that they are both in the field of flowers. He looked at the sky and was shocked when he saw four moons of different sizes and colors.

"Where is this?" His anxiety grew more and more as his body shook from fear. She saunters and hugs him again tightly, "No fear, I'll tell you what I know."

"Then who are you?" She kept silent for a minute before answering, "Morana." He felt that he had heard her name before but couldn't pinpoint where or when. "Silly boy, you don't need to be confused."

"And you... do you remember your name?" She asked as she abruptly turned to face him and chose a flower at random. When he tried to recall his own name, he felt as though he were losing his mind. "I don't know."

"Pfft, silly child, you're Cain."

"No, I'm sure that's not my name."

"Yes, it is and will never change."

"Really?"

"Yep."

"Uhm, aaah... Oh—kay? Then where are we, uhm, Morana?"

"This is the meadow of death."

"Am I dead?"

She gently touched the boy's cheeks again. "Silly child, of course not." She then smiled at him. "Look," she instructed, and a mirror suddenly appeared beside them. He then looked in the mirror, and what he saw was a boy and a girl with identically similar appearances.

"Wha—!" He's surprised and couldn't imagine that they are identical twins. "How?" The boy looked at her with doubt. "Ahahahaha, that's how it is."

"Listen here, silly boy; from now on, we're twins."

"Why?"

"Because I said so."

"Can I decline?

"Hahahaha, silly boy, of course you can't." She touched her lips to hide her laughter. "Cain," she suddenly hugged him again, "it's okay if you don't remember me."

Confused, he asked why, but she only answered him with a gentle smile, as the wound around her neck continued to swell and bleed. The boy tried to help her when he realized that he was the one who gave her that flesh wound. She touches his hand to stop him. "You don't need to worry." Her head suddenly cuts off and falls to the ground.

*****

"Jess!" He suddenly woke up when he heard someone calling him. "Ma?" He answered back to his mother's call, "Get down here breakfast is ready!"

Jess looked at his clock, and it was already 4:30 a.m., but before he got up from his bed, he scratched his head when he felt that something was missing. He tosses it aside when he can't remember and starts to fix his bed before going down and eating his breakfast.

While eating, he started to recall something from his dream: a girl who looked like him. When her mother saw him, she guessed that there's something wrong with his son, so she approached him and asked, "Is there a problem? Jess?"

"Nothing Ma."

"If you're not feeling well, you can skip school today."

"Ma, you don't have to worry; I'm just recalling what I dreamed last night."

"It seems you're frightened; is your dream that scary?" She touched his hand. "You don't need to worry, Jess; I'm your mother; you can count on me." She kissed his forehead, and that calmed him down. "Thanks Ma."

But suddenly, while talking to his mom, a rift appeared on the left side, and this rift quickly ate his left eye vision. His eyes now saw two different locations at the same time. He got chilled sweat from his back and was afraid of what was happening.

What he saw with his right eye was his mom and their dinner table, and with his left eye, an unidentified woman and an antique wood dining table. He made an effort to glance around, yet he was still able to perceive two distinct realities at once.

"Jess?"

"Cain?"

Both of them touch his forehead at the same time and speak at the same time, "Are you okay? You're sweating a lot."

"I'm okay, Ma/Auntie; you don't need to worry at all."

"You sure?" Both of them simultaneously asked and picked something from the side; his mother picked a towel from the left, and the unknown auntie picked a face cloth from the right, and both of them wiped his sweat at the same time.

"Stop, I'm not a kid anymore. I can wipe myself." He stops both of them and picks up the towel with his right hand and the face cloth with his left hand. He then continues wiping his own face. He got weirder and weirder from what's happening to him, and he tried to ask himself that maybe there's a connection between what's happening right now and his previous dream last night.

Even though this creeped him out, he decided that he'd invest most of his time researching and finding the answer. But the problem is how would he live his life if his vision like this? He sees from his right vision the modern world he currently lives in, and his left vision is the unknown reality of a medieval post-apocalyptic era.

The worst part is that he feels queasy and like he's about to throw up due to the altered reality he perceives.