I lay on my bed in my room, silently watching a woman and man walk out of the room.
They waved at me.
It seemed like they said something with a smile on their faces before leaving me alone here.
17 years solitude life with a body suffering from illness.
Alone in this room, I wondered why I was even born while peeking at the millions of raindrops that fell outside the window.
They say that the sound of rain is unique, has a calming effect.
But I didn't feel anything. Or rather, hearing nothing.
Out there, I saw a group of people walking together while wearing umbrellas or raincoats. Some even ran around in soaked clothes.
There should be a vote there. The sound of their conversation or the sound of footsteps.
But I didn't hear anything.
I wonder what it's like to be able to hear.
The pain invaded my chest and head as I lay down contemplating it.
The abnormality in my lungs seemed to cause problems again.
My head also felt very heavy.
Ah... I started to find it hard to breathe.
Guess... I just have to sleep as they say.
Sleep will usually make me a little better.
One day... Will there ever be a day when I can be free from this silent world?
No, even if I just can get a healthy body, one that is able to walk well, that is able to make me stand strong with the sun shining in the sky... That's enough, I guess.
Should I pray to god for that?
They say God will help those who are suffering.
My eyelids slowly closed as my mind wandered.
Then, darkness embraced my consciousness.
***
Dark.
Everything went dark when I felt my consciousness start to come back.
No, I don't think I'm back yet.
It only felt vague.
Like a small flickering light, it can go out at any time.
"Hm... This specimen is less convincing."
"True. It is very weak for a soul summoned from a dimensional gap."
What?
I felt like I heard something.
"Should we throw it away?"
"... It would be in vain. Let's use herself as food for the Butterfly project no.23."
I guess I'm dreaming.
I couldn't possibly hear anything.
My world has always been just about movement, without the slightest sound.
Well, there a voice. The voice of my own thoughts.
Haha.
HM?
The faint strange sound I heard had disappeared without me noticing.
As I expected.
It was just a dream.
HM? I suddenly felt very sleepy...
Attacks of drowsiness came suddenly.
This time, this was not just the usual drowsiness.
I felt like my whole self had been twisted in the darkness, looking like it was going to be destroyed at any moment.
-!!
A strange but fatal pain suddenly came.
What it is?
I felt like I was going to be completely erased.
I tried to move or wake up from what I thought was a dream.
It feels so painful!
As if my entire body was being torn apart by something. My body became smaller and smaller in this darkness.
A terrifying thought flashed through my mind while my whole 'self' was attacked by a strange dull pain.
Am I going to die?
No, actually, what is this? What happened!
I don't want to die!
My life may be painful.
My body is weak.
Even walking was difficult for me because my lungs would quickly struggle to supply air shortly after I started walking.
My body is thin and pale, not pretty at all.
I don't even have the ability to hear.
Since I can't hear, I also can't arrange the words properly.
But even so, I don't want to die!
My family, those who took care of me since birth, always took good care of me full of patience.
I haven't done anything in return for everything they did to me! How could I die like this?
I vehemently rejected the death that I could intuitively feel approaching.
I refused, very loudly refused.
I didn't even know what was happening or what I was doing.
I just wholeheartedly refused to be erased by anything that tried to erase 'me'.
I screamed with a sense of injustice when a dull pain came at the moment when 'me' was torn to pieces.
I don't want to die!
I don't... Want... Die...
In the end, even the smallest fragment of my consciousness was erased, torn to shreds into countless fragments.
***
Crimson seeker.
They are a group of people who have come together to investigate about the Crimson and the living beings that have adapted to the environment contaminated by the Crimson.
Inside one of their labs, one of the researchers stared at a white pearl-like ball in his hand.
"What's wrong?" Another researcher asked him, puzzled as to why the man stared at the white ball for so long.
The man, Aaron, shook his head.
"No, I guess I just mislooked..."
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
A fraction of a second before the Crimsoul smelting machine was able to extract the soul from other dimensions they had found, Aaron saw a small flash of light inside the white sphere that sealed soul(Soul Orbs).
Aaron smiled and thought that it was just his imagination.
He carried the Soul Orb out of Crimsoul's room with his friend, who was still confused.
Aaron opened the 3-meter-high metal door by attaching his ID card to a scanner placed on the wall that handles the locking of the room behind this metal door.
Behind the door a long descending staircase appeared in front of the two.
Aaron stepped down the stairs with his friend.
After descending for almost 20 minutes, the two were faced with another large room filled with hundreds of small and large tubes filled with different types of butterflies monster.
There are several other researchers, such as the two, who are monitoring the condition of the butterfly specimen in the tube or are testing some strange liquid to be injected into the body of the butterfly monster.
Aaron and his friend walk past them and stop in front of a tube containing a monster butterfly with the number 23 stamped on it.
The 6 meter diameter butterfly inside the tube seemed to be very angry at them.
Its red-black wings began to flap quickly while emitting a faint reddish smoke.
The butterfly took a threatening posture to the two.
Aaron smiled. A cold light emanated from his eyes.
"I wonder what will change to you after receiving this soul essence infusion, Twenty Three."
The butterfly inside the tube snorted fearfully when it detected the intentions of these humans.
It began to flap as if intending to escape from where it was confined.
But unfortunately, the glass that made up this tube was not the glass it could smash.
Aaron inserted the Soul Orb into the machine and began to channel the soul essence into the butterfly inside the tube.
The butterfly rebelled when a faint white smoke began to fill the tube.
Without anyone noticing, a small drop of light among the white smoke managed to enter the butterfly's body.
***
I felt like I was falling into a long, very long and dark dream.
I was like a speck of dust in the darkness, trying hard to survive the destruction.
Then at the end of the darkness, I found the light.
A very warm and affectionate light, like a mother's embrace.
Uwah!
I managed to regain consciousness somehow.
Ha... Ha... What really happened just now? And why is everything so dark?
My hands... HM? I can feel them, but... There are a lot of them!
WHAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED!!
In this narrow dark place with a body that feels very strange and unfamiliar, I started trying to seek the way out.
However, I am not find any way.
At that moment when I started to get confused and panicked, I saw a transparent screen appear in front of me.
Name: Lephilia
Species: Larva Blood Butterfly.
Level: 1
HP: 10
MP: 0
Vitality: 5
Strength: 8
Mind: 18
Wise: 27
Skill point: 2
Crimson: 1
Larva... WHAT!