In most of cases, it was typical for a nobody to suddenly wakes up in someone else's body. From poor to suddenly being rich and all. But, have we ever thought about what happened to the original owner of the body? Where might he be? Is he dead? Or maybe...
"Um… Kriston, may I know how are you doing there? And what would you do with that blade you got?"
Worried, if she only knew that Kriston would lock himself in the bathroom with a blade in his hand, she would have stopped him. She shouldn't have given him that blade in the very first place.
'What would I do if he ended up killing himself for some reason?? Is he insane? He does look problematic but killing himself will do him no good! I don't want to have a corpse inside this place! The kids would surely be terrified! Oh my, sister Venice… what should I do with this guy!'
Suddenly hearing a small shout, Flora knocked on the door. "Kriston?? Taking your life will not solve anything! Think about it, there are still people who would be sad if you die… please… don't do that to yourself…"
There was a small silence before she heard the sound of the door opening, making her flinch and jumped back.
"It seems like you misunderstood something, I am not taking my life. I still have matters to sort with that bastards"
Stunned by what she saw, it was as if a new person appeared in her sight. A man with neatly combed hair, tightly pulled up together, with his face free from mustache and beard, it shows his skin having bits of scars from the blade.
Touching it as it stings, Kriston mumbled, "Tch, it would really be convenient if they have an electric razor"
"Electri- what?? Wait, Who… are you?!"
She asked having doubt if it was really Kriston. Just a while ago he was 'that' hideous but now, it was a complete turn!
"You look like a monster just a while ago… but now…"
Being honest with her words, Kriston then noticed how blunt she was. Far from the angelic face that she has.
Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath. Indeed, he looks worst with him having a beard and mustache but 'it wasn't that bad for them to think of me as a monster-' or so he thought.
"Let me introduce myself again. I am Kriston, an orphan from this orphanage, I know sister Venice, she was the head of this orphanage when I left… but do you have any news about sister Therese? I haven't seen her since I came here... and where is the other sisters? "
It was unexplainable how he was able to know this but the fact that he was here and not in his own body is already something that he can't explain. There is no logic in him waking up and possessing someone. Although remembering the memories of the old owner of his body hurts that much, he learned things. One of those is that... he was an orphan…
'Even in this life I had no one to call as family…' he slightly laughs in amazement.
"About that…" Flora can't look in his eyes, it was as if she was hiding something.
That is when he knew that something is not right.
"Where is she?" he sternly said. Although he already have memories he learned from this man's life, he have no recollection of passing by in this place for a long time. After all, for a man who has nothing, what happiness can he bring to this place if he ever pass by?
"About that, someone took her away. The loss of sister Venice give a lot of negative effect in the orphanage, sister Therese did her best in providing the kids their meal. I just later on found out that she borrowed money from someone. Saying that once people donate money for the orphanage, she would pay them back…"
In his memories, what keeps on flashing was his thoughts of how kind sister Therese was. She was like an angel sent by the heaven. She was like the mother of all the orphans in here.
'If it was her, she would surely do something like that'
"Do you remember who they are?"
And before Flora can even say a word regarding that matter, someone kicks the door open. Revealing dudes with tattoos covering their body, a smug look on their face just made them look like bastards.
"Them… it was them who took sister Therese…"
'They say that you have to throw grain for chickens to run towards you but in this case, the chickens show themselves...'
"Now, now, who do we have here? "
'Now matter what their motives are, I can sense that they bring me no good'
He thought to himself as they grin like a dog seeing bones.
"Who might you be?"
Looking at Kriston from head to toe, he grin as he saw how poorly dressed he was. He then knows that he was nothing but a poor man.
"It seems that you have no money with you but are you aware that this orphanage needs to pay me for their debt??"
Slapping his face lightly, the third tap didn't land on his cheeks as Kriston made movements in just a few seconds.
'It seems like, even after possessing this body… I still have my skills'
Or so he thought.
A fist landed on his face as he didn't notice the man who jumped before. He left out nothing but silence as his face was facing his shoulder.
"You dare do that to someone like me?" he look at them with his natural mocking eyes.
"Don't you know who you are fighting with? I am Oliver Laurent! Now beg for your lives"