Have you ever thought of yourself that you were a hero, maybe a villain, or an extra in another person's story? Well, I think of myself as a villain, and so should you, and everyone else, no one is a hero in this world, people are evil creatures.

"It's my only day off... should I go for a walk? Maybe something interesting will happen." with an emotionless expression.

The person is believable and handsome, one look from him can charm many young women, as he puts on a black mask and hoodie, hiding his beautiful features.

A few minutes later the same person is walking on the sidewalk getting a few glances for his pick of clothing during the end of summer, the only thing you can see is his pale white skin, and black and white eyes.

"Don't you think he's weird, I mean who wears that clothing in summer?"

"Be quiet he can hear you, dummy."

Cole's Perspective

"Annoying why can't people mind their damn business and leave me alone" he said faintly.

I walk past some shops that sell coffee, jewelry, and cakes. Maybe I should buy something but what, I can't choose whatever

As I look up I thought to myself "The city is so peaceful, it's filled with the sound of cars, and people enjoying their life, no gunshots, no screams, and no loud noise unlike what it was 10 years ago"

As I was thinking I came across an intersection with a group of three people talking, I walked toward them not interested in their conversation I put out my phone.

"Aaaahhh"

I heard a scream behind me then a push on my back, and I got pushed in out of the corner of my eye I see a truck coming toward me. Fuck it's just my luck that this happens, maybe whoever pushed me is an assassin sent to kill but who told them this is enough to kill me.

*Bonk*

Then after I was hit by truck-kun and got isekai wait... wrong genre, everything hurts I feel like my head is split open, a few bones broken and the screams of people, like gosh you act like you never saw a person get by a hit car. Shit I feel like passing out and my eyes are closing by themself but before I pass out I see another person laying next to me cover in blood.

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Ella's Perspective

"Hey, wake up already."

"5 more minutes," I said in reflex paying no attention to the loud noise.

The person who was talking to me waited for 5 minutes until I woke up by myself. As I was waking up I stretch out of reflex and sharp pain from my left side.

"Yeah if I were you I won't move too much. That side was the one that took most of the damage to the truck."

As I finally took a look at my surrounding, I found out that I'm in a hospital and next to me I see a black-haired boy with a black mask and black and white eyes that seems like my age.

"Who are you? What happens to me? Where's my family?"

"Chill, chill, your family left an hour ago, you got hit by a truck, and I don't think I need to give out my name."

Wait, hit by a truck... ohh I remember now. I fell on the street and push someone while a truck was coming by.

"Ohh... I see... well then I'm sorry for pushing you into the street" as I look down in shame.

"Haha I see well we all make mistakes sometimes," he said with a smile.

"So you accepted my apology!"

"Fuck no! How the hell am I supposed to react to that, ohH I'M soRrY fOr aLmoSt kIllInG yOu, iT's oKAy I forgiVe YoU! Like if that works wars won't be a thing but they are!"

Feeling guilty over almost killing him.

"I'm sorry... I trip and drag you down into this problem!" I plead, about to burst into tears at this point. Surprised at my sudden outburst, he tries to calm me down.

"It's ok I forgive you" while he scratched his mask.

"Really! Wait if we both got hit by a truck how are you fine you show zero injuries while I have to stay in bed?"

"I heal fast-"

"And why is your eye white? It's not because of the crash is it."

"No"

"And why are you wearing a mask? Are you sick?"

"No-"

"And why are you-"

"Stop. Ok, let me have a second to answer all of your questions. My white eye looks like that ok, I can still see perfectly fine, and I'm wearing this mask to hide my godly beauty."

I graze at him with suspicious eyes not believing his word.

"What don't believe me." sounding kinda mad.

"No, I believe you."

We talk for 20 minutes until he said 'it's getting late' and left.