I am TWO

seventeen

TWO

I don't know what to believe, or I am still in my dream. Or in a gag show or whatever, just to get me out of this place. What the guy said about the bounty head system being where I was was very impossible, hard to believe the thing.

“In the bounty head system, all the bounty hunters and not even one went there to earn money. From human to non-human. It's quite a big organization. But do you know the reason why someone set that huge amount just to kill you?” The word kill seems normal to this guy. Is he used to it? If that woman earlier is not a human, special human or unspecified, so including this man?

My brows drew closer, finding suitable answers not just I don't know. But, who had a great hatred for me wanting me killed? I can't think of one. Of course, Haze mother won't do that, unless someone who took my mommy is the one who did. My gaze shifted to his back, the plain white painted wall. Just like that, that’s what I see in his question, blank.

I looked back at him staring at me, not even blinking as he waited for my response. “What have you got? I know you have more information on that matter. That would answer your question and I will also know the reason.”

"Nothing, just your picture and your head price," he said in a flat tone. "Are you telling the truth, aren't you?" Did he know how to have different facial expressions rather than blank one?

My two eyebrows rose slightly. Am I a liar? What is this weird man accusing me of? A fake and raw laugh I let out that narrowed his eyes a bit.

“Look, I know nothing, if I do, I should be telling you. Even me is so confused about what is happening and why my life goes like this. Did I do terrible things in my past life? I don't believe in past life though, maybe, being so mean, but— ”

"You don't understand how dangerous your life is now?" His tone was serious.

I stared at him to see if he was serious about what he was saying, and tried to read his characters which I always fail at. I've never been in this kind of situation except when I was a child losing my parents in a car accident. Despite that, the idea of ​​losing them and gradually losing your memory of them can sum up how dangerous my life is at that point upon realizing you don't have recollection of them, only their blurry images.

“I know what you are implying here, Mister?” What is his name? Did he ever mention his name before? Remembering name is not an easy task for me when I am terrible at it.

He stood up. I thought he had something to say or even his name. "You'll be staying here for the meantime until I got all your information."

"How long is the meantime?"

He passed the coach I was sitting on and continued to the door. I stood up to sit, walking briskly at him. Who will accept it right away locking in this frustrating room. If I stay here any longer I will feel like I will go crazy. That's exaggerating but I kind feel I am going with that — madness. Not at this moment when my mother is missing.

“I won't stay here, and you can't dictate what I should be doing. I have my life and family waiting for me. Just because someone who is crazy wanting to kill me changes my life. I want to go home!" I say hard.

He stopped and faced me. What is he thinking? He just stared at me for a few seconds, and turned his back on me again. He opened the door. Argh! Doesn't he understand me?

"You can go home," he said.

"I can?" I can't believe what he said. I followed him. We were in the hallway, floor made of gray marbles, we had doors through, walls painted in creamy white, and we are going to the end if it, another wall?

"Yes, but you need to take a test." He turned into the other hallway. This time, there's a stairs going downward.

"What kind of test is that?" I waited for his answer again until we reached the chin and there was a door that was mist green. Using a blue card, it opened through what that thing called — he placed the card in a scanner at the right of the door — it opened.

A lobby? There's a counter to the left near the door where a woman in her fifties wearing a corporate attire — skirt, blazer, undergarments, tied hair, and presentable face — greeted us, and he only nodded.

"Where are we?" I hope he answers my question.

We turned right where there was a lot of room that was closed. What could be the contents there? This area was in all shades of blue colors from the walls, ceiling and floor.

Until we stopped at a door at the left. Without giving me an answer, he opened the door. White, that's the thing I could only say. Things inside are white. What is this room? Is this the test he meant?

"Here is where to conduct the test for you," said the man as if he had just noticed me, and earlier he had forgotten that someone had followed him.

I went inside without knowing what he was saying, he felt like I already knew what he was saying. Am I that smart that I could read a mind?

There is a table, it's white, and even the chair and the couch at the waiting area of ​​this room, since I saw three rooms inside five meters away from where I am standing. No one is here except him and me.

"What's this place?" I asked again. I looked around, there was nothing on the wall hanging or glued, which is strange, and this room feels like my last.

"Test room," he replied. “We’ll be waiting for someone. She'll be here for a minute. ”

A minute of him means a second, not even a second, a door opens in the middle, and a woman in her twenties wearing a blue doctor gown underneath a white clothing.