(Asher’s POV) “Okay, heck.” I heaved a sigh and stretched my neck . In front of me, the flesh monster is taking its time to form to it’s fullest monstrosity. I can’t bet my luck to try killing it when it was forming as I don’t want to die again after just a week escaping The Flesh, so in the meantime, I rolled the white knitwear—which I know will turn red later because of how violent I’ll tear this creature in front of me apart—and then unzipped my hockey bag which I stored my modified hockey stick and my kitchen knife. The completion of it’s formation was usually signaled with it’s outer layer hollowing into several medium sized holes to let the tentacles portrude outside, and that’s when I strike. I charged forward, before leaping to spin my body and land a blow which split its huge body into two. Although that blow looks fatal, that alone wasn’t enough to kill it actually. Based on my experience, these creatures functions like a golem, with a core hidden somewhere

The room fell silent for a few seconds before his voice broke down the stillness. “You’re not sitting?” He turned to me. I dithered for a bit—glancing at him before I sauntered to the chair he motioned me to sit on. Because of the incident where she jumped down the building, I noticed that she got relocated to a VIP room on the first floor. Luckily the two of them came and lead the way to her new ward room. If not, I might have to spend some time looking out for her new whereabout. After sitting down, I inadvertently yawned. I looked at the digital watch installed on the wall and it displayed a huge red 12 on the black slate. “Are you sleepy?” Mister Michaelis asked the obvious. I nodded slowly as a response. I mean, of course I would. I was resting at home when I suddenly got summoned inside The Flesh and I have to fight the flesh monster in addition of heading immediately to the hospital right after I returned to the real world. Luckily I to

(Elaine’s POV) (Scene after Asher and Elaine were eating their breakfast) The surrounding air feels heavy I feel like choking. After they told Asher to go home, these seven people not far from me—my aunt and my uncle, Miss Jonas and Mister Michaelis, Mister Rupert and two other people who I’m not familiar with—all of them were having a staring competition of their own. Suddenly my aunt paced beside me and grabbed my shoulders as she broke into one of her fake smiles. “Gentlemen, I told you that she needs proper care at home. You know how she is when she’s out here in the community, right?” My aunt stated, as if strengthening the fact that I’m mentally ill. One of the unknown man—a male with a wavy golden hair and short beard, his blue eyes has a glimpse of crystal icy blue in it, and his fugure towers most of the people present inside this room—glanced sliently at me. Again the room fell silent, before the other guy beside the tall guy spoke,

Ryan pulled a long face while he strutted through the hallway of the hospital, a big sized eco bag filled with containers of food dangling on his right shoulder. Under such unbearable pressure to rant, plus the surrounding that smells nothing but antiseptic which made his head spun, Ryan mumbled to himself. “First you told me you can’t go to school because you’re sick, and now you want me to bring you some food to the hospital? What am I, your mom?” His rant ended—when he arrived in the entrance of the VIP ward which Asher had told him about—replaced with a calm face he tried so hard to construct. He spent a few minutes solely staring emptily at the lavish, dark colored sliding door which separates the room from the other common ward while wondering why his friend chose such ward out of all other ward rooms. ‘Oh, right. His mother is rich, so he might receive some kind of special treatment.’ Ryan thought while pulling the door open. What met his eyes the firs

(Asher’s POV) I froze on my seat, trying to register the sight I just see in front of my eyes. Meanwhile, Rufus made himself comfortable by sitting in front of Ryan, even nibbling the fries which Ryan just bought for himself. Ryan chuckled and pushed the large paper packaging of fries to Rufus’s front. “I’ve read your messages. You want to know about Elaine Ozark, right?” Rufus paced his gaze between us. Ryan nodded his head, followed by me. “Okay.” He finished the fries inside his mouth first before he began. “So, what you guys wanna know about her?” “Wait.” I raised my hand a stop, my forehead creased into a look of conflict. “I didn’t hear anything about Rufus the one helping us.” I said while shooting Ryan conflicted glances. Ryan blinked his eyes a bit, before he gave me an answer. “You didn’t ask?” He’s definitely trying to defend himself, this sneaky bastard. “Wait, Ryan. You didn’t tell him that it’s me?” Now it’s Rufus