Date, Time: 20\04\2023, 19:01:20
Place: Forest, The Coffee Bar AU
There was a man with a thick layered scarf around his neck. He was seemed really tired of walking, after a few running from something. By his appearance, he wears a yellowish long oversized sleeves, with a missing left one. Torned dark brown pants and no footwear at all. But there is also some bandages wrapped around his feet to act it were his footwear.
He also has a long scar on his right cheek, along with a missing right eye that is sealed and stitched, long hairs that are tied like a ponytail as a traditional hairstyles of samurais, and also a dark purple eye.
As he continued to walk, he stumbled upon a campfire that isn't lit up. He went there and took a sit. He took a last resort of his lighter and lights it up, relaxing there for the rest of the night.
He remains silent and listens to the cricket sounds of the forest, as he remains his instinct focused whether there is any if lifeform around him.
Well, it seems that here was a village. Now it's just a forest.
He closed his eye, letting the wind flow through him, and the calmness surrounds him.
— "The whisper of the deep keeps complaining about my life styles. But little did they know that I'm not him no more," he mutters, as he speaks in front of the campfire.
He heard some bell ringing noises from the darkness, getting a little déjà vu.
— "..The tone sounds familiar... But it appears that it's a different resonance..." he said as his curiosity kicks in.
He stood up slowly, looking around his surroundings, making sure no hostile would struck him.
Nothing but darkness.
He took a deep breath to concentrate his sense even more, as he try to feel some lifeform. The noises of bells keep going, but he's not seeing or sensing anything.
— "..."
It appears there's no form of life around the forest. He opened his eye, as he let off his guard for now.
— «It's just another non-related things. I should get going.»
He started to walk in a random direction as he leaves the campfire, while it's light up. But as he slowly left the campfire, someone put it out quickly.
He stops on his steps as he clearly noticed behind him there's someone, who actually extinguished the fire, since the light sources behind him reflects a shadow infront of him.
— "..."
Someone is actually here. No doubts.
— "...As a mere human myself, and whoever you are some kind of omnicreatures. I would kindly telling you to show up this instants. If you wanted something, then go ahead and show yourself in front of me."
Huh, isn't it odd that nothing shows up, but he can feel cold behind his back.
— "..."
Silent just remains. But he didn't just stop there.
— «..The weather can be cold today, but this isn't the right temperature as this atmosphere has.»
It all just silence and cold wind, coming from his back.
— «..Probably hallucinations..»
He continued to walk, looking around his surroundings as he try to find something entertaining while slippin' off some time.
YOU ARE READING
The Last Point of No Return
ActionThey were friends. Not so close friends, but they were still ready to help each other if necessary. Have met there, had a rest there. And all this is in the past tense... Because one day changed everything. What was whole, shattered into pieces, wha...
