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0. PROLOGUE
His life was almost perfect. He came from a rich family who owned several businesses in some countries. He lived a luxurious life since he was a kid, and money had never been an issue for him.
The number in the year kept increasing, and he grew up as a smart kid. He was a top student in his class, and he was loved by his friends and his teacher.
Coming from a business family, he didn’t want to be a businessman like his father. Instead, he wanted to be an artist. Yes, he wanted to be a painter who painted beautiful paintings.
He was lucky that his parents weren’t against his idea. They let him choose what he wanted, and he was so thankful for that.
His work hard was paid off when he successfully made his dream come true. His talents were acknowledged by many people, and his arts were loved by them as well. He became a famous painter at a young age.
Handsome, rich, and talented. His life was almost perfect, but suddenly, a strange thing started happening in his life.
Somnambulism.
He didn't know much about the term before. He only knew that it was the fancier term of sleepwalking. He had a friend who worked as a psychiatrist, so he wasn't completely clueless about the term.
He had never cared about the term, though. Until finally, one day, his peaceful life was disturbed by the odd behavior.
He started doing activities in his sleep. It was sleepwalking.
Not just ordinary sleepwalking when people just got up from their beds and walked aimlessly, but he made some paintings in his sleep.
He was a painter, but he was still shocked by the phenomenon. The paintings were of good quality, just like the ones he painted when he was awake. That was definitely not normal.
He decided to consult his psychiatric friend, but the friend just said:
"Perhaps you are just too tired. Stop drinking coffee and drink milk instead. Maybe you just miss your family too much. You painted them in your sleep, right? That's not a big deal."
That sounded simple, but he was still worried.
“I’m not crazy, right?” He asked his friend back then.
But, the friend just chuckled and answered that he might go crazy if he worried too much. That’s why he stopped worrying about the matter.
He trusted his friend's words and tried to brush off his worries. Perhaps his friend was right. It had been a while since the last time he visited his family in China. His grandparents in France passed away last year, in August and October. He was living alone in Paris now.
He only had his best friend, someone who gave him free consultation every time he needed one.
He quietly hoped that the oddity within him wouldn't get weirder and would stop soon.
He didn't expect that the disorder would get any weirder. It was like he was being haunted by the paintings he painted in his sleep.
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