Everything I have seen so far with my vision as a Perceiver doesn’t amount to what I’ve seen yesterday. Myriads are rare, so I have not seen one, until my overconfidence has created an accident.

I don’t know what got over me at that time, but I really thought I could safely transport a box, big enough to obstruct my view, through the stairs. It was only expected that I tripped on my way down and crashed into a student going up the same set of steps.

That’s when I saw it. A space of vivid purple, sprinkled with shimmering beads of cyan, floating lazily about like stars swaying against the solemn evening sky. It felt like I was suddenly seeing the galaxy without a telescope. Like I could fly in space without a care in the world. Like I could trace each and every constellation should I want to. It was spectacular to say the least.

I know that what I’ve seen is a soul of a Myriad. And I know Myriads are most likely dangerous. And of course, I know I should tell someone about it. For their safety as well as mine.

But…

I can’t help but remember that sight. I can’t help but want to see it again. That beautiful soul, it can’t belong to an evil person, right?

Shim MinSeok. He has always been quiet. He may be seated in the far-end corner of the classroom, like the school bullies in TV dramas. But I’ve never seen him in any trouble during the past two years. He’s always just in his little corners. Reading. Sketching. Scribbling on his notebook. Even in the cafeteria, he sits in the least preferred seat. In the school library, he doesn't race other students for the limited seats. Instead, he prefers to stay by the shelves.

I can’t say I know much about him, but he pretty much looks harmless to me.

I wonder if his soul is the reason he doesn’t mingle with anyone. Is he perhaps afraid he may do something bad? Or is he afraid he will be scorned if people find out he’s a Myriad? Regardless, I think, in sacrificing his high school life this way, doesn’t that prove he is a good guy? There is still less than ten percent chance MinSeok won’t turn out to be a criminal. The probability seems slim, but it doesn’t mean it can never happen.

I guess I just really want to be his friend.

But first, I need to fix this problem I have just made. Shim MinSeok is crumpled on the ground, having an intense nervous breakdown, just because I have not considered how he is feeling. What I discovered is a secret big enough for him to run away in panic and yet, I approached him this morning like there’s nothing wrong. He is probably scared to death right now.

The class president of 3-C is right. We may need to move him soon. It’ll be worse if he hits his face on the ground. But that will be touching him. That might startle him even more.

What should I do? Brain, don’t give up on me now.