Hearing Akira suddenly speak, Jay turned his attention to her.
"Oh, what?"
Rummaging through her backpack, Akira took out a couple of A4 papers and handed them over to Jay.
Taking them with questions visible on his face, Jay took a look at what the paper was about.
As he had his eyes on the paper, Akira started talking about it.
"So, yesterday you asked to write a couple of scripts for a skit that we can try taking a video of, right?"
"After thinking about it last night, I ca up with these three scripts."
"They aren’t much, but I think I added the elent of cody to it very well as you told to."
As Akira was saying that, Jay was already engrossed with the paper on his hands, he was barely hearing what Akira is saying because his attention is all on the papers.
Just as he thought, Akira indeed possesses great writing skills.
The script she wrote, even if only for a short skit, has the ability to attract people and read it with relish.
After a while, Jay finished reading all three of the scripts.
Imdiately, he turned his head to Akira and looked at her with bright eyes.
"Akira, let’s do this! I really liked it, I think they’ll do well!"
"Really?"
Akira asked with uncertainty in her face.
"Yes, just trust ! I’ll make sure that this script will receive its deserved attention!"
Saying that, Jay is already making plans in his mind.
At the sa ti, he also made a decision how he’s going to use the experience points that he’s been keeping.
...
Another day passed peacefully.
Jay walked out of the campus with an exhausted deanor.
"Ahh, doing four exams in one day is really just too much..."
After the first exam they took in the morning, three more exams followed.
Because of this, Jay is honestly more tired today than he was yesterday.
At this ti, all Jay wants is to get back ho and sleep to get more rest.
However, just as he was heading back to his apartnt, his phone suddenly started ringing.
Taking it out, Jay looked at the caller and saw [Talent Scout: Kathryn] on it.
Without hesitation, Jay answered it.
"Hey, Miss Kathryn!"
"Hey, Jay, how was your day?"
"It’s good, thanks for asking."
"Well, that’s really nice to hear, Jay."
Pausing a bit, Kathryn continued, "By the way, have you seen ’it’?"
Night in A City,
The city is still very bright and energetic despite it being night. This is because, just like in any other cities, night life is starting. Vibrant lights from different establishnts are shining brightly in the deep of this night.
Workers are leaving their company after a whole day of tiring work and go to so place to drink and have so fun to relieve their building up stress. So people that just plainly want to have so fun without stopping are already drinking at so bar or dancing in a club sowhere.
The blasting music is deafening as the party goers do not care about anything and just closed their eyes to dance to every beat that the DJ played.
Bartenders are serving drinks to those who wish to get drunk or just have a little bite on their bodies.
n are searching for their target tonight as they walk around the club and fixing their attire to the best they can to add so "pogi points" or to look more handso or presentable at the least.
While the night life is still bustling and booming outside. So houses are already silent as the people are already sleeping after a tiring day.
Then there’s Saturn street. In this silent street without any hint of people or stray animals there is an apartnt building where a person with great capabilities is residing.
The man that I’m talking about lives in room 308. A room that is said to have ghost and evil spirits living inside it. A reason that caused the apartnts low number of tenants. But we don’t care about that.
Inside room 308, lights from a screen are brightly lit while the lights in the room are turned off.
*Sfx: Tun tunun tunun tun*
You can see from the screen that have a [Ga Over] written on it that the one playing it just lost the ga. The sound of the ga is filling up the small place that the neighbors can probably hear, well that is if he has a neighbor.
Because of the rumor that a ghost is in this room, the other rooms close by are all empty. The building owner can’t do anything about that and can only sigh as even she doesn’t know how that story about a ghost ca to be.
On the sofa, a man who is covered with a blanket while holding his phone is lying down.
He got soft looking white hair that looks like clouds, deep black eyes that will make you fall for it if you look at it too much. He has a handso face that will make the girls go after him like an idol.
So this man is Patrick. He is a 19 years old high school student that just likes to laze around and do nothing for a whole day just rotting in so corner of his house.
Patrick also likes playing gas that are very obvious just from the consoles and ga CDs laying everywhere.
At the mont, he felt bored after playing for so long so he thought of talking with other people through an app on his phone. It is an app that lot’s of gars use to communicate and talk about things from gas and other entertainnt.
Patrick swipes through his phone as he hops from server to server. Watching the chats from different people around the globe go up and be buried by other ssages.
*Yawn*
Patrick yawns as he puts his hand to cover his mouth while still lurking through the servers. This is his past ti most of the ti, just lurking on so server watching how things go and what conflict would arise. He finds it entertaining to see different qualities of humans, either having fun together or clashing their different views on the internet.
"These people are boring and..." mutters Patrick as he leaves the server that is talking about bl. He looks at the other servers at the side and finds it hard to choose where he should lurk next.
Looking at the gathering crowd on the sidewalk, who are pulling out their phones to take pictures and videos of the scene, really gives off a very distasteful feeling.
What the people are flocking around for is nothing other than... a dead body.
Yes, you read that right, it really is the dead body of a young adult in his early 20s.
The death of this young man seems very peculiar because he has his eyes wide open with a face full of shock.
Other than that, you won’t see any visible injuries or anything that could have caused his death.
So, cause of death, shock!
... Probably
At this mont, it is very obvious that whoever that person is, is already as dead as he can be. And the real cause of death is up to the authorities to decide.
anwhile, as all of this happens, a transparent figure is standing beside the dead body with a confused look on his face.
"Eh!? Why the hell am I seeing myself lying on the ground!?"
The transparent figure said in shock with a loud voice.
But as if no one heard him, the people just continued to take pictures and videos, while there were also so who called the police after they successfully took so pictures.
Yes, this is the very saddening truth of this society nowadays. All people want now is to get known even if it’s from a picture of a dead body.
The transparent figure looks at those people and seems to have thought of sothing.
"Ah sh*t! Did I really die? How the hell did I even die that I look so shocked like that?"
He said as he looked at the face of his dead body that was covered with shock.
He can’t rember anything regarding the cause of his death and any mory beside that is fully intact on his brain... or soul maybe?
Well whatever.
"Ahh, damn it!" He cursed, "Now what the hell am I supposed to do? Beco a ghost and prank everyone to death?"
When he thinks of that, a light seems to lit up in his eyes as he said,
"That really doesn’t seem like a bad idea!"
Then he smiled evilly as he thought about it.
But at this mont, as he was wondering how he should implent his plan, a slap ca from the back of his head.
*Pak!*
"Ouch! What the hell!?"
The transparent figure flinched because of the pain he felt, then imdiately, he turned around to look at the person who slapped him on the back of his head.
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