For any of the café visitors of that sunny evening, the two figures who were sitting silently at a table—not uttering any word or not even moving except subtle movements—look like a living mannequin, brilliantly elegant in addition of their highlighted features due to the ray of sunlight. Suddenly one of the figures—with a long silky hair and slanted eyes—who’s actually none other than Inspector Carl Heinz raised one of his hand to shield himself from the burning sun. “Ugh…” He softly moaned. “Remind me again why we chose this kind of place?” Nathan—who’s sitting in front of Carl—cleared his throat. “I’m very sorry for burdening you, but we couldn’t really let ourselves be seen in public. Her eyes are everywhere.” Nathan said before darting his eyes to the endless flow of customers of the café. Not too far from him, a group of people were seen having some idle chat with each other. Though he doubt it they were simply just hanging out. After all, what kind of

(Asher’s POV) I was woken up when I choked my breath. That, was what I initially thought but common sense betray me here in The Flesh, when what I actually choked was blood which had gotten inside my mouth when I found myself almost drowned in a huge lake of blood. Luckily, the lake is much shallow than it look. I turned to my surrounding to see the level of blood is just below my knee when I stood up. But still, my clothes are drenched in blood, which I’m convinced will surprise my mother when I got back to the real world. IF, I managed to get back there. For one more time, I darted my eyes to the new surrounding of The Flesh. This time is a bit different than the last time, where I stood in a cavernous place—the interior is still fleshy red—but instead of damp, soft and dry ground, the ground I’m stepping on is flooded with blood until as far as my eyes can see. I squinted my eyes to perceive my surroundings. While in constant confusion, I h

(Asher’s POV) I don’t know whether to be impressed, or horrified. A few days ago, I was eating with my beloved mother, and due to my lack of tact and preparation, I was summoned to The Flesh, involuntarily. That’s not the worst part, to be honest. After my victory inside the new environment of The Flesh, I, was teleported back to the real world, drenched in blood, and inside the communal toilet where people can go in and out freely. You might be able to guess what happens after that. The staffs of the restaurant looking horrified? Absolutely. My mother looking horrified? Well… Of course. That’s where me getting grounded in the main house started. Luckily it was just for the whole weekend, and I understand why my mother did all of this. Particularly triggered by the stench of blood—which probably triggered the traumatizing memory of the death of her husband—my mother, worried and frightened at the same time, want me to stay close to her so I am not los

Elaine Elaine was trembling from head to toe after the maid—who addressed herself as Mia—tended to her and asked her to rest inside a room Mia said is specially prepared for Elaine by the Madame. That being said, the ‘tending’ part instilled horror in Elaine’s weak heart. Right after Mia said about her assisting Elaine’s bath, Elaine was immediately pulled away—abducted, to be precise. The two of them stepped farther from the room Elaine had left and began their journey, entering one corner to another, passing through several living rooms and resting area, pacing through a huge main hall, entering another corner until they found a door. After that, was where she introduced herself, curtly, as her thin pair of hands flung the towering door open effortlessly and let Elaine in. The first part of her nightmare began with Mia swiftly undressing her while ignoring her “Master’s” frantic flailing and wails. Then, although the bath tub is big and filled with warm bat

Elaine Based on the appearance of the long hair rolling on her back—shining black and is layer cut—and her amber eyes that glinted a tinge of gold when it shines, an image of the madam whom she saw last night entered her mind. Elaine’s mouth gaped for a bit in quick realization. The woman—who’s sitting on the chair adjacent to her—grinned. “Greetings Elaine. I’m sorry for not introducing myself last night.” She shifted her seat a bit and pt her hand on her chest. “My name is Rhea Ildian, Asher’s mother.” Elaine slowly nodded her head, still astounded. In her view, Madam Rhea looked almost androgynous. Although her hair is long and her face amazingly beatiful, the woman in front of her emits an aura of both a mother and a father, somehow, that Elaine couldn’t help but to be in awe. “Alright, Elaine.” Madam Rhea shifted her seat before she suddenly paused halfway. “I can call you Elaine, right?” Elaine nodded, even though she couldn’t ev