Two hours passed, after traversing the darkness of the night and the deserted streets, the three of them had set foot in the Chapena district.
They walked calmly along the road towards his house. A minute and a half later, they finally stood in front of the door, staring intently with a sense of relief after the previous terrifying incident.
The door was unlocked.
Zavi slowly turned the knob and the door swung open. He told his mother to go in first, while he went to the side of the house to return Ren's gun, putting it in his coat pocket.
A few steps after he entered the house, from upstairs, he and his mother heard hurried footsteps, and then Isabelle appeared, wearing a blue nightgown.
"Mum... I was worried about you," Isabelle said breathlessly as she came down the stairs and immediately hugged her mother tightly.
Seeing that her mother was fine, Isabelle's heart suddenly felt relieved, and then her mother returned the warm embrace.
Zavi was still carrying Ren on his shoulders, standing behind them, looking at the two of them and saying in a half-joking tone, "Don't you care about us, Isabelle?"
Isabelle's eyes widened, she let go of the hug and walked over to him. Without hesitation, she gently hit Zavi's chest.
"Yes," she replied emotionally. "I'm grateful that you two found Mother, thank you." Isabelle bowed her head, holding back her tears.
"That's good then." Zavi sighed, then continued, "Mother, I'm going upstairs!" He said softly and walked up the stairs afterwards.
"All right, but why did Ren faint like that?" asked his mother in surprise, because while she was still in the Forgenate district, she had kept that question to herself.
Zavi stood still in the middle of the stairs and looked back. The two of them waited for the answer, staring intently at him.
He chuckled softly and answered without hesitation, "I don't know."
His mother and Isabelle tilted their heads in unison after hearing that ridiculous answer.
"That's strange, weren't you with him?" Isabelle muttered in surprise after thinking back on her mother's question.
"Whatever, I don't believe you." Zavi said in a raised voice, turning around, climbing back up the stairs and walking towards Ren's room at the end of the hallway.
Isabelle and Mei looked at each other and laughed softly when they saw Zavi suddenly get angry. Ten seconds later, they both saw Zavi coming down the stairs, looking away.
Of course, after that, Isabelle smiled to herself and said, "Are you angry?"
Zavi ignored her words and continued walking quickly down the stairs, rushing towards his room. The door opened, he immediately entered and closed it with an extra push.
Bam!
Feeling that she had gone too far with her own brother, Isabelle walked towards her room with heavy steps.
"I'm sorry if I went too far," she said in a suppressed voice.
There was no answer, making the atmosphere in the living room suddenly tense. From behind, Mei stared at Isabelle's back with a worried look on her face.
"But... I met your friend earlier,"
"What!? My friend...?" interrupted Zavi.
"Yes, his name is Zeta Audervin. He came here and asked for you," she said softly.
Zavi turned around—staring intently at his bedroom door while thinking about Zeta's purpose for coming to his house.
"All right, thank you for the information," said Zavi a little surprised.
Hearing those words, Isabelle's worries slowly faded. She sighed deeply, turned around, and excused herself to her mother to return to her room because it was late at night and she had to go to school tomorrow.
Mei nodded with relief, before turning around, glancing at Zavi's room. Two seconds later, she smiled and walked towards her room to get ready for bed.
Meanwhile, in his room, Zavi lay on his bed, still thinking about what had happened earlier and about Zeta coming to his house.
Two minutes later, he still couldn't find an answer from either of them. Frustrated, Zavi turned to his right, ready to go to sleep.
Click...
The revolver pressed hard against his waist. Zavi quickly got up from his bed and took out the shiny silver revolver.
"... Damn this thing." After saying that, his eyes widened as he remembered the events of that afternoon.
"I know... Why did you come here, Zeta?" he said with a smile, confirming that her visit was to ask one thing: why had Forn become like that?
He closed his eyes, took two steps forward, placed the useless revolver without bullets in his drawer. He turned around and lay back down on his bed.
Zavi reached into his trouser pocket, took out his watch to check the time.
Click...
The lid opened instantly, his eyes immediately catching sight of the clock's hands turning slowly, accompanied by its distinctive sound.
After confirming that it was now 10:00 PM, Zavi immediately closed it again. He placed his watch beside him and prepared to sleep, unaware that he had not taken off his coat.
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The next day, at exactly 6:35 AM, Zavi was still sound asleep from the exhaustion of the previous night. He faintly heard the sound of someone knocking on his door quite loudly, enough to make his ears ring.
He growled in annoyance, his eyes unable to open, and his mind telling him to continue sleeping. But then, the door opened quite loudly, making a loud noise and waking him up.
"What was that..." he said, breathing heavily. "Ah... My head hurts so much!"
After waking up, he realised that the door to his room was still closed, and he no longer heard the knocking sound. Zavi knew that the feeling of reality was a nightmare he had just experienced, and this dream was different from the previous one, which showed the moments leading up to the death of the real Zavi.
"Damn it... How do I get rid of that dream? Should I ask an expert directly?" he muttered angrily, recalling that in the Chapena district, there was a consultation regarding supernatural occurrences run by an old man.
Five days ago, the real Zavi had indeed come to that place to ask something. But he couldn't remember the entire conversation between the two of them.
Zavi got up from his bed, took his watch, and put it in his trouser pocket. He hurried out of his room towards the bathroom.
Ten minutes later, he was ready to leave the house and head to the old man's consultation place. Zavi wore a white shirt over a long black coat and carried his silver revolver, even though it had no bullets.
Suddenly, he laughed indistinctly.
Five seconds later, his expression turned serious, and the atmosphere in his room suddenly became tense. A gust of wind blew through the window, gently blowing the curtains, and the wind caressed his body, calming his mind more than ever.
The door opened, and he stepped out before closing it again. Zavi walked towards the door while counting the banknotes and silver coins in both hands.
Feeling satisfied, he slipped them into the left pocket of his coat. The front door opened, and his journey to the old man's consultation room began from the moment.