Chapter 2 - I am not in your league (1/2)

Kang Si An.

Kang Si An.

Kang Si An.

”Hey!”

Kang Si An.

”Hello.”

Kang Si An.

Kang Si An.

”Are you okay?” Someone shakes me.

I look at the boy who is staring at me with a baffled expression. In my right hand, I have a ċȯndȯm packet. In my left hand, I have a scanner. I look up at the white ceiling. It seems that I have blanked out at my part-time job while thinking about my future murderer.

”My murderer has green eyes,” I mumble quietly. ”He must be a foreigner.”

”What did you say?” The boy widens his eyes in shock. ”M-m-murderer?”

I hand him the ċȯndȯm packet and the bill. ”Here, you go. Have a fun night.”

The boy pays me in a hurry and runs out of the store. He doesn't believe me at all. I wouldn't believe myself either if I was him. I hope that he wouldn't say anything to anyone.

I sit down on the chair and start to write down the details. Kang Si An. Tall. Green Eyes. White hair. A foreigner? His name is quite native though. Is he a half? I remember the movie poster. That movie will release after six months. So, I have less than six months to live.

Kang Si An. My future self knows that person. Right now, I have no idea who that person is. It means that I will meet him before I die. I will know him enough that I would smile at him, huh? Ridiculous. Who smiles at their murderer? Would I really lose my ability to think clearly before I die?

I bring out the dagger out of my bag. It's been four days since I have seen myself die in the dark alley. I can't forget it. I can't sleep at night. Whenever I look at the dagger, I can't help but imagine how much it must have hurt. If I can choose how I die, I will choose a painless one. Like falling asleep. I would rather take sleeping pills and die than let a foreigner butcher me to death.

The rusty dagger is unsharpened. It has mysterious symbols on the hilt. I am guessing that the murderer must be from a cult or he has a huge grudge on me. Killing someone with a blunt rusty knife needs more effort. It also hurts a lot. I have checked it online.

That guy also warned me. He must have known. How will I change the future if my murderer already knows that I would try to change the future? My only trump card is my ability to time-travel.

I am doomed.

”Excuse me?”