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After I met up with Micheal, I ran around looking for Sil.
His behavior tonight was strange again, and Derrick's was even stranger because he let it show.
'Just what could have happened…'
I thought, as I pondered over the last few years.
…
Back in high school, there was only one reason I decided to befriend Sil. And that was his extraordinary ability to divert bad luck.
I wasn't the luckiest person but that didn't mean I was only surrounded by bad luck.
However when I turned 15, things changed and bad things only ever seemed to appear, along with the appearance of this thing.
For some reason, in high school, when I became deskmates with Sil it stopped.
I didn't ever care about my bad luck, since it didn't affect me directly, but when it stopped I was alarmed. And when I found out it was because of Sil, things got interesting.
I have wondered if he had it too, and if that was the reason he was always secluded and quiet, but it turned out that wasn't it.
Sometimes, he acted out like he did this evening, and it usually happened when he was trying to fit in or come out of his shell.
But when that happened, bad things usually followed. And its scale usually depended on the environment he was in.
In simpler terms, the more people involved, the more affected.
And right now, he was wandering the streets, probably with no idea of where he even was.
…
Coming to a stop, I paused a bit to catch my breath.
'I just need to find Sil, and take him back then everything will be okay.'
Huff puff
'I should just run around a little more and I might just spot him.'
I began to run again, but that proved difficult, so I walked instead.
'But if I don't find him on time, will it happen again?'
Once that question surfaced in my mind, I paused. And with a dreary gaze, I looked up, and there it was.
I became dismayed at the sight of the unusual countdown.
It had never happened before, hence this was the first time.
But why now?
The silver interface in front of me with glistening texts highlighted in blue hue, presented the following information to me.
{Leba and Kilñ Corp.
Duration: 10 months. [0et]
Role: Min Yu.
More details…
Accept/Decline
Countdown: 6 minutes 22 seconds. [0et]
Nullification: 6 minutes 12 seconds. [0et] }
It was a contract from what I had inferred, and although I didn't know what it was for, I had an idea of where it was from, the Myst.
"Argh."
I shook those unnecessary thoughts out of my head, and avoided the interface.
'Firstly let's find Sil, and then Micheal, and then go home!'
I motivated myself once more, then began running again.
My grip on the bag I was holding tightened as I thought;
'Just where the heck are you Sil!?'
…
When I found myself on the same street I ran through, I decided to try calling Sil again.
Bzz bzz
Bzz bz-
The number y…
The call didn't go through.
I called Micheal, but he didn't pick up.
Exhausted, I sat down by a nearby bench situated in front of a shop, facing an intersection of the road.
Even though I was tired, I still kept looking around hoping to spot at least one of them.
The more I failed to see them, the more anxious I became.
As I tried to calm my abnormally beating heart, I noticed Micheal standing still with his gaze fixed in a certain direction.
I didn't move my gaze away from him, but remained stunned due to his oddity.
'Huh, what is he…'
But the next moment, he had dashed across the road, and had barely even made it anywhere when a truck appeared right beside him.
My eyes widened in fear, as I called out, "Micheal!!!!!"
But Micheal remained stunned and blinded by the incoming light, but was immediately pulled back by a blonde man in a black suit.
"Pant pant Young… master, that was dangerous… Please don't shake us off again."
It was his babysitter, a bodyguard and caretaker that followed him 24/7 whenever his mother assigned him to him.
It was always bothersome to have him around, but since it was for his protection he couldn't complain much.
However, tonight he really didn't want to be around this loyal bodyguard, and that was why he didn't take the direct route back to their campus and instead went on the other one.
Micheal was confused and could not comprehend anything, but at that moment his life flashed through his eyes.
Thump! Thump!
Thump!! Thump!!
He began to find it hard to breathe, and soon enough began to hyperventilate but then…
Screech----
Boom!
(Screams)
The muffled screams from passersby entered his ears and he looked up, still in a daze. Then he saw it.
"Lo… Lola…"
He tried to speak but he couldn't, but when he saw the pool of blood that was flowing on the open road. He lost it.
"Ronald…-! Cough", He screamed breathlessly, but choked on his own saliva.
Although filled with dread, he managed to assess the situation.
The truck that just missed him had collided with another vehicle that tried to avoid it.
And those two vehicles had somehow managed to hit one person.
He tried to run over, but not only were his legs weak, his bodyguard also wouldn't let him.
"H-he…"
He tried to speak, his fingers pointing in Ronald's direction, trembled, but his bodyguard directed a conflicted gaze at Ronald.
And those two trucks had somehow managed to hit one person.
And that one person was Ronald who was lying in a pool of his own blood.
But the truck that almost hit him had collided into an office building which was fortunately closed, and the van which was on the other lane collided into the pole, after hitting Ronald.
Micheal stared in horror at the scene in front of him, he could barely breathe or walk, but he so desperately wanted to run forward.
"Young master, young master!"
"Lucas…?"
"We need to get going, it's dangerous here.", His bodyguard said as he tried to pull him along.
Micheal didn't put up much of a fight until he realized that was his friend, right there, on the road.
"911! Call 911…", He tried to scream out, but his voice could barely come out.
"I already did, now we have to go, you know you can't be found here."
"My friends… please, call them…"
Micheal said weakly, and on seeing his state of mind the bodyguard sighed heavily, before asking for his phone.
"Which one?", he asked as he unlocked the phone.
"The group chat, there's a group chat."
Micheal watched in a daze as passersby tried to approach Ronald. Others stared at the truck in horror, hesitant to move in case it exploded. And few people walked away, almost running away from the scene.
Ronald was picked up and laid on the sidewalk, he was unconscious and still bleeding. His clothes were drenched in blood, and his head heavily wounded.
Since this was not a busy street, multiple cars had managed to stop ahead of time.
It was a complete mess.
Some who had witnessed the entire accident began to point at Micheal, then Ronald and at the truck as well.
But Micheal's gaze was fixed on Ronald who was surrounded by passersby. Despite all those people blocking his view, he didn't move his gaze.
However, he saw someone familiar running across the road, but before Micheal could divert his attention any further, and figure out who the person could be, a voice brought him out of it.