I'M Not A Special Character
Beginning of the End

It can be seen faint shamsu light begins to fade, with Slowly but surely darkness creeping over the entire universe. But the darkness did not completely dominate because the moonlight was firmly repelling until it was able to give a reflected light in each of its skulls.

From a distance Arland could clearly see the changes that were happening, wanting him to return home immediately to rest himself. However, the man beside her managed to prevent her intentions.

his mind was currently in a state of turmoil with some questionable questions of his own. Why would he so easily agree to the request of someone he didn't even know.

Arland is currently in a luxury car that is traveling at high speed. Every now and then he glanced at the man who was right beside him with suspicion.

"Where are we going?" Arland opened his voice after a long silence.

"Holder." The man answered briefly.

Right after the answer was heard, the car they were driving stopped on a hill that was a bit away from the city. Unlike the hills that Arland often stop by, the atmosphere of this hill is a little more gripping because there are not many other light sources other than moonlight and also the reflection of car lights.

The man beside her stepped out first from the car and then immediately gestured for Arland to follow her. Right after they walked a little away from the car suddenly the wind blew hard on the two.

"So? Who are you really?" Arland stopped his steps and immediately asked the identity of the man beside him.

"Include my name Morgan." the man introduced himself briefly.

"All right, Mr. Morgan. What do you want?" Arland again throws questions at the man who calls himself Morgan.

"I just wanted to ask you one question." Morgan paused his words for a moment.

"I'll ask you back to make sure. Do you really know a girl by the full name of Arsiel Charsa?" Morgan turned his gaze towards Arland. Asked a similar question some time ago before they left the school grounds.

"Of course I recognized her, Arsiel was one of the students in the same school as me. Now let me ask you. Who the hell are you? I know you're not just anyone." Arland asked in a serious tone. He was very sure Morgan was no ordinary person because his appearance looked very classy.

"I introduced myself, didn't I? I'm Morgan." Morgan's reply made Arland involuntarily cluck softly in annoyance.

"What I mean is your real identity and how do you know Arsiel?" Arland continues to push for Morgan to reveal his identity.

"I don't know how to judge yourself. On the other hand, your brain works but there are times when it doesn't work. Or maybe you can't sort out some clues?"

Arland flinched on the spot trying to study the sentence that Morgan had told him. After thinking for a moment Arland was only able to catch the slur that Morgan directed at him.

"What are you trying to do.."

Arland had not yet finished his sentence, without the man noticing Morgan slowly raised one of his hands. With just one quick move Morgan hit his back neck so hard that he knocked Arland unconscious.

*****

THE WARNING!!

The part below contains scenes that are inappropriate for certain circles. Please be wise in reading! The scenes in this chapter are not allowed to be practiced in the real world. The whole incident is purely the result of the author's imagination.

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Arland blinked his eyes slowly. His gaze swept over every corner of the room he was in at the moment. The room was not very large with a bone-white wall that was only illuminated by one lamp directly above it.

Arland tried to get up from his supine position, but his efforts failed. His hands and feet were held back by something made of iron. Let alone waking up, even he felt difficulty just to take a deep breath.

At the neck of Arland there is a circular iron connected directly to the iron table in his bed. The only part of the body that can move freely is the eyeball.

Arland tried to remember what happened to him until he ended up bare-chested in a place like this. Indeed from the beginning Arland was already suspicious of Morgan, but he did not think Morgan's figure was the one he should avoid. After hearing the name 'Arsiel' being mentioned by her, Arland became curious about the figure of the man she had just met a few minutes ago.

"Where should I start?" A question was asked by a man who had just entered the room. Arland could instantly recognize that person, he was Morgan the person who had brought him to this place.

"Take off me damn it!!" Arland rebelled and his hands and feet rubbed against the iron.

"Stop moving, don't torture yourself. Just shout loudly so I get more excited." Morgan said casually in a light interlude that looked very creepy.

Morgan walked over to a table full of various torture devices. The man thought which tool he should use for starters. After a few seconds, the choice fell on a folding knife that looked very sharp.

Morgan walked back to Arland. But this time he stood right on the right side with the knife he held in his hand.

The atmosphere in the room was getting worse. Cold sweat kept flowing down his temples. Honestly, Arland felt a deep fear, the facial water shown by Morgan managed to make Arland's body tremble a little.

"Arland, you should be thankful that I am the one who will understand this body. If it's anyone other than me, then it's not going to be satisfying." Morgan smiled meaningfully while occasionally checking the sharpness of his folding blade.

"Who are you really?" Arland asked in a slightly trembling voice.

"I'm sure you're not that stupid, Arland. In such a situation is it worth questioning the identity of others? Shouldn't you be worried about your own safety?" Morgan raised one of his eyebrows in astonishment.

"Forget it. Let's see how sharp this thing is." Morgan's hand was raised to gently stroke Arland's arm. Then in a quick motion Morgan scratched the arm using his knife-eye.

The flesh on Arland's arm was split open until a small amount of bone appeared at the end of the scratch, simultaneously fresh blood directly seeped out to wet the table. The incident was so sudden that Arland was a little jolted. The sharpness of the folding knife provides a maximum duration of three seconds before the pain begins to spread throughout the body.

Arland grimaced in pain in response after getting a very deep scratch. The incident made Morgan feel increasingly challenged to make Arland scream as loud as he could. For Morgan the sound of the victim's screams was like a beautiful melody, call it crazy then Morgan happily admitted it.

"I'll turn on the timer from now on. Until what minute will you survive?"

"Basic crazy." Arland was grimacing slowly after.

"I am crazy. Thanks for the compliment." Morgan again went to go to the table where his tools were displayed. Then his hand grabbed a pair of plain white gloves that had been prepared. After the glove was fitted neatly Morgan again grabbed his knife eye.

In accordance with his words just now, Morgan pressed the digital timer installed on the wall. After making sure the digital watch was working, Morgan immediately took a step closer to Arland's place for the first time.

"Let's start."

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Twenty minutes passed so slowly. In that long period of time the condition of Arland has looked very impressive. The iron table that had been clean without stains changed in a flood of fresh blood that continued to drip until it littered the floor.

Arland's entire body seemed numb, he didn't even have enough energy just to open his eyes. His fingers and toes were cut into pieces, the flesh on his body no longer stuck perfectly. Arland was only able to flinch with a body covered in blood.

"I'm amazed you can still catch your breath until this second. But after seeing your current condition, it's impossible to hold on for another five minutes." Morgan voiced his opinion.

"Kill me." Arland opened his eyes slowly. After trying several times Arland finally can convey one sentence in a soft voice. His mind was currently drifting far away thinking of the girl who not too long ago managed to fill the empty space in his heart. Arland hoped that the girl would not grieve and not blame herself.

"I'll give you."

After the request was spoken directly Morgan's right hand to fire grass scissors randomly. Then his hand grabbed a sharp axe that he had prepared. Slowly but surely both his hands raised the axe as high as possible.

"I'll always love you Harwich. See you soon." Right after Arland recounts his feelings to Arsiel. That instant also the sharp axe split his body into two halves.

Arland was tightly closed. If examined carefully can be seen faint traces of tears flowing down mixed with blood.

"If there is ever a chance to come back to life. It's better not to interfere in other people's affairs anymore."