[This is very angst and disturbing!!]

Every single day, Chan would roam the streets, not knowing where he was going. Even if his muscles would cramp he would keep going, day and night.

Chan was lost, he was dead inside. He doesn’t know why, but it was clear that nobody cared about him.

Despite the never ending tears and whimpers, no one could hear a sound. Everyone would phase through his body when walking on the streets. Was Chan a ghost? No, he could care less about that right now, he cared that nobody would interact with such a depressed man.

One night, Chan walked down a street that felt so familiar. It was the way to his parent’s house! He sprinted down the path, only to find another version of himself laying in some bushes. He bent down, reaching out to get a better glimpse.

His own body had blood dripping everywhere, his organs were thrown out beside him, he was very pale, and flies were all over his very smelly body. It was a horrific scene, so disturbing that Chan could throw up.

He couldn’t remember what happened, his memories were mostly a blur. Why would someone brutally murder him in front of his parent’s house?

Behind himself, there was beeping sounds, he turned his head around to find a person holding out a EMF that can track ghosts. Whoever they are, they had wide eyes, they could see Chan.