Chapter 3 - The beginning.

The morning sun drenched my dyed rose-gold hair in a blinding light luminosity.

I stepped out of bed, wearing my pajamas, and stretched my hand to reach out my glasses.

I don't know but I find myself cuter with these glasses. It's not like I can't see without them maybe I want to keep something expensive on me.

The first thing I do in the morning after jumping out of my bed is look up in the mirror.

I proceeded to the large mirror in the room as I called for Neath.

For a fourteen-year-old boy to be obsessed with his looks, it may sound weird but I loved looking cool in front of people.

"Still obsessed with your looks young boy?" Neath asked as he stood beside me

"Come on, Neath... Everyone these days is smitten with looks. Look at that granny neighbor, she has wrinkles all over her but still wants to be called sister." I giggled

I looked up in the mirror, and what reflected was a 5ft young man with curly rose gold hair that fell over my shoulders but under those curly strands was a handsome face with rare green eyes, a sharp nose, and chubby cheeks.

"Why hasn't Mom called me?" I wondered as I walked to the door

I snapped the door open and walked to the right since my mom's room was next to mine.

I knocked and waited patiently for a response but got none.

"Mommy?"

I called as I placed my hands on the doorknob. I cracked the door open and hooked steps inside.

Long black hair spread neatly on the pillow as my mom's face disappeared under the heavy pink duvet. That's my mom Wang Meiying.

"Good for you juvenile. Let's go before she wakes up and starts nagging." Neath said and I nodded positively.

If it was for other kids around my age, going out in pajamas wasn't a big deal to them but I cared about my public image.

I wore my white shirt and black pants with a cowboy hat. I fixed myself in the mirror before picking up my stick.

I was about to go out and rushed back in front of the mirror. I wanted to make sure I looked well.

"Want to go after that girl again?" Neath asked

You know, there's this beautiful girl around my age with pretty legs and a bigger butt. I have chased after her since I was like eleven but she never accepted me. She's the reason why I'm obsessed with looks.

Okay fine, stop giving me those looks since you know very well that she doesn't like me. She's no different from other people who think that I'm crazy.

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It was an hour's drive to the dungeon.

"Are you sure this is the place?" Neath asked me as we stood on what seemed to be the exit

"Yup!" I nodded

Fearlessly, I started walking into the dungeon as Neath trailed behind. I could hear humming sounds as we walked deeper.

At first, I thought that helping the souls of the dead to live a peaceful life after death was a game that I played when I was still young but I feel like it's part of my responsibility.

Do people have a soul after their death?

Yes, they have souls.

At first, I thought that once a person died that would be the end of their life, and never expected their soul to remain in the human world though many of us can't see them.

I'm scared.

This is my first time visiting such a place.

I don't know how to feel but I'm kinda nervous and I feel like running.

Ghosts are real and I believe in them.

Many people think ghosts aren't real and never existed.

I hate to say it because it sounds scary and sometimes I'm even scared of my own words.

My mom advised me to stay away from them but how?

How can I stay away from things that I can't hide from? It's partly my responsibility and my job to help them. I didn't mean to scare you, I only talk about facts.

I stood and hit my stick on both sides of the dungeon creating a beam of light. With a front from behind and in front, I could take notice of loud footsteps coming in my direction.

I raised my one hand in the air creating a blue ball-like thing before throwing it under my feet. It was something that protected me from being possessed by those spirits. And Neath sometimes was a translator in case they said the language I couldn't understand.

"Almost there," Neath informed me relying on my back.

I squeezed my eyes shut and let my stick float in the air. "Welcome to Feng's Mobility. Hope I will help you guys.... &"%$¢€¥•÷€¥£×¢¢¢¢©√•|," I said

[Those words up there are like a connection between me and spirits]

I lifted my hands in the air and my legs unhurriedly floated as well. I felt someone pushing me through a magic chair and I sat on it and crossed my legs. Still floating in the aura.

I snapped my eyes open and signaled Neath to start asking questions. The spirits looked way calmer compared to what I experienced in my dream.

They were five souls.

"Hi Miss, What's your problem? Why is your soul still on earth?" Neath asked

"I was brutally slaughtered by the man I loved for my entire life because of a mere mistress and after killing me he set my body on fire. Do you expect me to have a peaceful life after death after dying miserably?" she spoke fighting to pass through the barriers that I created.

As she spoke, tears ran down her cheeks.

A mixture of bitterness, hatred, revenge, fear, and suffering wore on her face as she spouted out the words.

I eyed Neath and swallowed hard thinking of a way to make her calm down. I didn't even know what to say to her. Saying sorry wasn't helping since she had died and it would only make her even more despondent,