The fear still trembles in their eyes. It is pretty obvious. The way cars have changed is quite unusual. From old dodge chargers and Toyota's to what it is now, the most recent 'Vitalise' cars have shocked the world. It literally looked like a car from back to the future. But I still do not agree that cut throat of the future is true. Where the hell did the idea of time travel appear.
I still agree with the fact that the one who came up with the concept of this multidimensional shit has experienced it. Convincing others it would work wouldn't make sense. As a defective detective, I surely wouldn't trust such a person. Manipulation is my guess. I really can't tell. Such a project is pointless. A 14 year old from my school because of this project made this? Cut the crap.
I laid my head on the table and sobbed softly. "What is a hopeless guy like me gonna do. I live in the attic where its complete darkness, only
light I get is the moonlight through the small hatch. Long story short, I am a self-trained detective. I don't go to school since Father and Mother don't allow me to go. They trapped me in here. Now, I am starting to think that i'm in a fantasy web novel. Apart from the fourth wall blocking me, I could clearly figure out.
My brother, at least I call him, is actually me. Father and Mother both don't have any idea, but one day I saw him go 'poof!' and pop into the attic. He is quite cool though, he knows me inside out. Every single memory, and additional ones, not considering the fact that he is a 38 year old man who has published the novel that I wrote. I think he is me, yet he doesn't reveal it. Sigh. The man finally spoke to me. "Jore, my real name is Jore. Jore Luxces. I am you."