Ruther heard his whisper and glanced at him. "Who?" he asked, confused.

Chance didn't hear Ruther, because he was focused on the man. He felt his chest tightened again and he could even hear the beating of his heart. Ruther, worried about Chance, stood up and grabbed his shoulders, making Chance turn to him. "Look at me, what's wrong with you?"

Tears formed in Chance's eyes, "It's him. I saw him again!" he said. Ruther took a deep breath and shook Chance lightly, "I know, I heard you. But who are you talking about? Tell me so I can understand."

"The man yesterday! The one I told you three about, whenever I see him I just...I don't know, I feel like I could burst out any moment." he said.

"Calm down, first. Where is he?" Ruther asked. Chance wiped his tears, "Beside the old man across the street." he answered.

"I don't see anyone beside the old man. Just some random children near him." Ruther said and faced Chance with a furrowed brow. "That can't be." Chance said, he immediately looked outside but Ruther was right. There was no one there.

He's gone. 

He's gone again, Chance thought. He smiled, concealing the inexplicable sadness he felt, "I...I might have mistaken it." he said. He held Ruther's arms on his shoulders and gently removed it, "I'm sorry. I'm fine now, thanks for your concern."

Ruther dazed out, then realized what he had done, "Who's concerned?!" he exclaimed, flustered. His face reddened out of embarrassment. He sat back down and continued eating his dessert.

"I guess you're not that bully, grumpy person, like I thought." Chance chuckled.

"Shut it, I've just eaten too much sweets, that's why."

'I wonder where that man went.' Chance muttered. He glanced back at the wall and saw a floating light. His mouth opened slightly and he covered it with his hand to prevent himself from screaming, "Holy sh—" 'What the heck is that??!'

Shocked at the creature he saw he turned to Ruther and was about to tell it to him but he hesitated. He looked outside but there was no more light.

He sighed loudly and leaned back at the chair, stressed. He rubbed his eyes, 'Am I seeing things? I knew I drank too much coffee these days.' he thought. The stress from work must have made him hallucinate things.

But then, maybe the man he saw was just from his imagination.

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Chance jumped on his bed, dropped dead after he put the canned food into Wish's bowl. It's already 5 o'clock, all he did was to go to the Maximilian University, stayed for a while in Milla's café and stopped over to buy canned food for the black cat. It was a tiring day for him, there was also a traffic jam on his way home, so now his back hurts and his legs are sore.

Wish came out under the bed and greeted Chance with a meow. It jumped on his back by surprise making Chance grunt in pain. The cat stomped its front two feet on simultaneously like giving a massage. "Oh, that's good, Wish." but not until he felt a sharp thing on his back. "Okay, Wish, that's enough." he cried.

Wish meowed and lay down on his back. Chance didn't complain anymore as he was too tired to move. Before he could close his eyes, he noticed something, "Wasn't that book inside my bag?" he said, looking at the old book that was on the table beside his bed.

But before he knew it, he was already asleep.

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"Oh, crap! I've slept for four hours!" Chance exclaimed. 'Ugh, I was supposed to look into the meaning of that book.' he sighed. "I guess I have to stay up 'til morning again."

"I tried waking you up, but you were in a deep sleep."

Chance let out a sigh again, "You should've tried harde—wait." his eyes widened. "The heck? No one knows my door lock pass."

But he swore he heard a little kid's voice. 'Is it a ghost? A child who died young?'

"I'm not a child! In fact, I am your friend."

Chance stared into the unknown and blinked. Despite his blank, dumbfounded face, tears formed in his eyes, quite offended by the ghost. What a cruel thing to say to an introvert who only has three online friends.

Wish appeared in front of Chance and meowed, "Master Chance, I, Wish, am the one talking to you."

Chance stared at his cat and blinked again. 'Crap, Has my assignment made me crazy?'

"Don't ignore me!"

Chance shook his head and took a deep breath, 'I better sleep again. The fatigue is making me hallucinate.'

He was covering himself with a blanket to continue his sleep but his eyes glanced over the book at the table. He reached for it but at the moment he touched it, it glowed. The book opened and was emitting a strange light until it stopped glowing.

The book stopped glowing but right in front of him, was light. "Like a lit up cotton ball." he muttered subconsciously.

It was exactly like the one he saw outside the café. A talking cat, and now a light from a book. "What a strange dream."

"It is strange, indeed, but I'm afraid that this is not a dream." the ball of light said.

It may be because of the fatigue, but Chance's brain seemed to cannot process what was happening to him in a middle of the night. He massaged his temples due to the headache he felt for the unbelievable things that his mind cannot take. "Then are you a spirit?"

The light did not answer but instead, he felt Wish put its paw on his thigh. "You have made a wish." it said.

Chance got even more confused. "I make a wish every day, so which one?" he said.

"Your wish to find a way to know the king's story." Wish responded.

Chance spaced out as he heard the response. "You mean, there's really a way?" he asked, the tone of his voice went up, clearly liking what he just heard.

Even though he knows that it's impossible, at least there's a little possibility. He held back himself from snorting, I guess since it's a very weird dream, he should at least go with the flow.

Wish nodded and licked his paw, "Your wish has been heard and now you have this book."

"What am I going to do with this? It's an empty book."

"For now, it is."

Chance went silent. 'For now? What does that mean?' he looked at the light in front of him. He thought that he was probably dreaming about this because of the desperation about the king's death topic.

But then maybe the dream he is having now, can point out a clue that he hasn't notice yet.

"Chance, I will help you, but with this help I am about to give you, you are also helping me in return for something which you don't know."

Chance looked at both of them in confusion and has something he wants to ask but the light did not let him, "There will come a time where you will know what I mean, but keep in mind that if you let me help you, then that is a big help for me, too."

Chance couldn't follow what the creature was saying at all. This dream felt surreal, but to see such unbelievable talking beings are not very much realistic at all. "But first, tell me. Who are you?"

The light circled around him and Wish went to sit on his lap. His surroundings are slowly fading away, 'Am I about to wake up?'

There was nothing left but white, as if he was in heaven with a black creature and a spirit. He was stunned when the spirit took the form of a person, but it was still glowing, without face and gender. Just a light with the form of a human. It bent down to level with him because Chance was sitting on the floor.

"Help me fill the pages of the book, with an untold story."

The spirit stood up, Wish left his lap and went towards the light in front of him. The cat looked at him with his glowing purple eyes. "I am Wish."

"And I am Fate."