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Antique: Prologue

It had seemed like a dream.

He moved from his dream-like state, looking down at the streets. His late father had left him the family company and he couldn’t quite grasp the idea of ruling a whole company. Fates of hundreds of people was on his hand, and he simply couldn’t comprehend that.

Although, he was doing just fine these few months. The office was located at the centre of the town, floor two of the four-story building, allowing him to see the activities below.

He could see a shop at the corner of the street. The lady who owned it seemed nice, he mused as his eyes skimming through the shop. From afar, he could see the stuff she sold. The lady collected antique things from the old times. One particular thing that caught his attention was some antique pianos on display, and remembered that the lady also taught piano to some children from his family.

That reminded him that he had a family dinner that night. He sighed. There was still so much paperwork he had to sign.

Far more on the street, he could also see his family mansion, standing strong against its age. He was aware that the mansion was pretty old, and probably should had been rebuilt, but everybody liked the old feeling that came within, so they let it be as it was first built.

He looked away from the window when he heard his door opened. Somebody came into his office. Adjusting to his dark office from the bright window, he couldn’t see the person clearly, but he thought it was maybe some cleaning lady that decided to tell him it was lunch hour.

He thought wrong, because the next time he knows, a knife went through his gut.

He couldn’t even register the pain in his stomach, the blood that flow from his body, or the face of his murderer that finally stepped into the light before he passed out.

Never to be seen again. ✧

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