Novel & Cerita Mysterious Question

Raisa received strange and cynical stares as she walked out of the studio building where she had spent the night. She ignored them, passing by without a care. "Hey kid, were you working last night?" An elderly woman asked her. Raisa turned and gave a small smile, but before she could answer, the woman continued. "You don't seem unfamiliar. Do you think selling yourself is halal?" Raisa snorted, then gave a wry smile. "Excuse me, why do you seem to know more about my life than I do?" Raisa waited for the woman's response, but there was no sign of her answering.

Still with my eyes closed not wanting to open them and see what's awaiting me I started to question, "Where am I? Why am I here? What happened last night?" And most of all, I hope whatever it is, let it be just my imagination.

It seems they know I'm a rouge, but I'm sure I'm not in anyone's territory, I continue my shopping and notice that they appear to be following me through the aisle sigh, let's just get this over with, I slow to a stop and wait for them to approach me. Guy 1 --> Hello there friend, never seen you in these parts before. He said as they move closer to me still, probably to make sure no humans over hear our conversation. Guy 2 --> What are you? you have no scent, I can tell you're not human so what are you and why are you here in our territory?

I think I need to find him… but if I do, how can I find him when I don’t know what he looks like? Will he come to my rescue? Will he end these mysteries?

Mysterious said in a husky voice. “That’s because you didn’t have a chance to be with me before.” Mr. Mysterious smiled and said nothing. Estelle raised her face, looking into his eyes, saying, “Sir, may I ask you a question?” “Sure. Go ahead,” Mr. Mysterious urged her. “Back then... When you saw me live a miserable life, why did you just stand by and do nothing to help me?” Mr. Mysterious hesitated for a moment and said vaguely, “At that time, I had not completely awakened.”

She took out his box and said, “I found these sticky notes in your box. These are my sticky notes for the mystery person who always gave me porridge.” He widened his eyes in shock and speechless. She continued, “I just realised that you have the same handwriting as the mystery person.” She took a deep breath and coldly asked, “Who are you?” He swallowed hard and replied, “Fiya, I can explain.” “Explain to me. Right now. Right here. Who are you?” she said, glaring at him. He let out a breath and said, “I admit that I was the mystery person you talked about. I'm Mr M, the one who always gave you porridge every weekend.”

the mysterious man carried the injured one on his back, “Follow me.” Throughout the way, the other one tried to recognize the mysterious man. Surprisingly, they crossed the electric barrier without even triggering the security alarm! “Get on the ambulance!” he ordered while eyeing the road. Getting inside, the other one noticed that the mysterious man signaled someone and soon the security alarm got triggered, making an ear-deafening sound and shutting the electric barrier. When he got inside, the other one recognized, “You!!!!”

She didn't get an answer from the mysterious person in front of her, and he didn't blink while staring at her. In her mind, she wondered, "Is this person crazy and doesn't even want to answer my question?"

"Yeah, what you said is either false news or the Mysterious Man is too f*cking arrogant. I'm afraid he doesn't know what Nine Heavens Mysterious Fire is." "You're right. The Nine Heavens Mysterious Fire is one of the most mysterious things in the Eight Direction World. Even an expert of the Eight Wilds can't stand it, let alone the Mysterious Man." "Forget it... forget it. If the god-like player hears it, we'll be in deep trouble."

She had been speaking non-stop about her life, good though, at least I don't get to tell her I'm a psychopath or not, or whatever kills people and have no memories of it. "So Mysterious, who are you?" There goes the most dreaded question of the century. For most guys, when she asks this question, they would think of the fancy way to describe themselves with a little piece of lie that should lead to bed and then feel proud of their achievements but not me, how do I spice "killing you or you ending up dead one way or another." just won't work. She asked again, "Tell me about yourself." The way she asked the question like there was something fancy in my thoughts. Her body moved in slow pace as