The the warm morning air fills the room together with sun's soft radiance. Birds chirp and the winds play symphony of sounds.
"Ah what a wonderful morning." the young man said only to remember the events that transcribed yesterday, feeling sick he went to the window to freshen up, but then he saw these weird green and blue lines in parallels with everything, as if it was like the world was glitched in a weirdly clean manner. Getting confused he tried looking outside the window a few times more , but to meet the same outcome. Looking back at his room it was just normal. From the brown desk that that was bolted into the left side of the room to the fake greenery hoisted on the left wall, well except from the man that was wearing clunky black clothes and had a body emitting smoke that was sitting in the middle of the room. After rubbing his eyes few times he tried looking again at the black clothed man . This went on for a few moments and only to be stopped after the black clothed man spoke.
"Boy I'm real as one can be so stop thinking that I am not real and sit down." as per said the ghostly man the nineteen year old sat down.
"So mister who are you and why are in my room?"
"Me? You don't have to know this lord's name and I am here to welcome to the arms of death, Link."
"WAIT what?"
"Stop shouting will ya? This old man's ears are about to pop."
"What do you mean welcome me in the arms of death and also how do you know my name? Are you stalker?"
"Link you are a person that had survived the reverse world . No civilian is allowed to know the realm of inverse and enter it , because without the prior belief in the reverse world , no living thing can traverse to it, but you can. Link have you ever thought about why humans are afraid of the dark?"
"No?"
"Well, you see humans are scared of the dark because it hides things within itself and not knowing is scary right? Just like that there 's no such events in the past that had a civilian crossing worlds , and that's very concerning. Link you are an abnormality that cannot be left alone. For that reason the council had decided on your death. So state your last wish, and also I am not a stalker."
Hearing the word "death" felt so surreal and alarming at the same time. One side of his head was saying " There's no way. This is all probably a big joke." the other half was rushing all over the place. After a few moments Link realized the man wasn't playing any elaborate prank or anything. He was dead serious. Link felt the atmosphere around him tensing up then, the increased weight of his lung, the intensified beat his heart ,the feeling of wanting to make a knuckle, and lastly the beads of sweat dropping. Link truly felt what fear meant. Link then spoke saying "Wait wait wait WHY DO I HAVE TO DIE JUST BECAUSE I SURVIVED , I AM A HUMAN WITH RIGHTS , I'LL CALL THE COPS IF YOU DON'T GO AWAY."
"So your last wish is to call to cops? If it is I will grant your wish, although I doubt it will do anything and also I did say to stay quiet didn't I?" suddenly there was a tight hold around Link's neck , forming an invisible chokehold. Trying to release himself from the chokehold, but to no avail Link with his diminishing breath said "IF I GO MISSING THE COPS WILL ON YOU 24/7. YOU CAN'T LIVE LIKE THAT RIGHT? SO LET ME GO!" as his last option.
The old man said "The police isn't worth much and besides hundreds of people go missing in this country everyday."
His last hope gone ,Link looked at the ghostly man as if he was looking at the grim reaper himself.
Losing consciousness link felt his spirit walking towards the gates of hell, dooming himself for eternity.
Link was never the good guy type. He fooled around a lot, broke hearts of countless women and mocked people in their worst, but he made a plea to god, the only being that could forgive a scum like him. If he had to die at least he had to die with knowing that he was forgiven. So the tale of Link ends. The rotten of society, the jerk , the womanizer.