My depression got relieved when I imagined how wealthy I would be to be if I owned two of such buildings in Gangnam but it returned in double folds as I remembered how I was not at home and most likely dead on earth with no idea about what will happen to me if I return to earth.
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It has been only twenty-four since I moved into this crazy world and it was driving me insane because it felt like a century.
God, is this what hell is?
My cat kept ordering me about somethings. She wanted me to arrange the things we were going to travel with.
Gosh! I hate packing.
She did those she could do while changing her size like changing the wallpaper of my phone. I don't know about you but I change mine so frequently, like I am never satisfied with one.
I was busy packing as the cat who was my servant ordered me to diligently only to discover that she was doing nothing but staring at me like a fresh fish she was about to cut for sashimi.
I frowned and paused my working too. I know it is petty to feel this way but I was going to remain idle of she was going to do the same.
"Come with me," she suddenly said and began walking towards the door.
I stood up and followed her although my pride felt displeased that she was ordering me like she was my master.
I really wanted to rebel. Like ask her why she thought she could make me do what she wants after making me pack like I was working in an agency for that.
She took me into the garage and left me there before going back into the room and came back with the gun I used only last night.
I was confused as I stared at her with my eyebrows cocked upward. She gave me the gun and pulled away a curtain from the wall that I have not noticed before.
There were some targets on the wall and I felt like I should be able to clear it all like literally including the wall, my gun blew up a car last night for goodness's sake.
"Shoot," she told me firmly like she was not giving me any room for escape.
I did not want to escape any of this like a coward but I did not want to blow up the wall of my garage. It was spacious and neat like the garage I wished to have in the future I could not hear to see it get crumbled.
"No, I do not want to," I told my cat as I began walking towards the exit of the garage.
"You lost your memories including your ability to shoot a target, right?" she asked making me freeze.
I frowned in displeasure. What does she mean by such insult? Some please hold me back from beating this cat up.
Wait! I can not beat up a lady especially when she was older before her and a pretty cat with such beautiful colors but I did not hesitate to glare at the cat.
"You don't know what trouble we might encounter on way to the next state so I want to sure that you are fit for it all.
"The wall is strong enough to withstand any type of explosion why else do you think we have been living here for years?
"Shoot a single bullet and it will be over. My heart can also be at ease as we begin our journey."
I pulled my hand forward with the gun. It was a good thing that the owner of this body seemed to work out a lot as the body was well toned and strong enough to hold that heavy gun.
I was confident after all, I did it yesterday why won't I be able to do it today?
Well, that was a complete lie because with the way the cat looked at me like it has already seen me fail, I could not help but get scared.
"Fine," I told her firmly what was the terrible time my hand decided to shake.
"Do it now," she told me and sucked air in before approaching the wall. I stood and inhaled deeply. "Step back, you are too close."
Oh goodness! Aaargh!
I pressed my lips together and moved away. The place was big enough for me to take a couple of dozens of steps back away from the wall.
She nodded and raised a paw up for me. Reluctant to me too obedient to her, I took another step back until I was personally satisfied.
I looked at her with a petty what-can-you-do look.
She shook her head wearing a bored look that made me feel like laughing at my petty behavior. I smiled but I said