After changing my clothes, I found Ben fast asleep on his bed. I lay down beside him then faced him on my back, angels don’t sleep due to our responsibilities but, I still need to pretend I’m a human even though he is sleeping, just to be safe. I think around 4 AM I felt Ben moved a little beside me then, I started to feel that his eyes set on my back, they stayed like that until I felt a huge hand on my head. That hand slowly pats my hair. Not in the odd way, it’s like he is patting me in the most affectionate way possible, I almost thought that I’m the most precious child in the world. I want to ask him why, if there’s something wrong. However, I heard him say words that I must say, odd.

     “Vincent, I’m sorry”

     I know I allowed him to call me Vincent but, I don’t think he is talking to me.

     “I’m sorry. Those are the two words that I want you to hear before you disappear. I’m sorry your dad didn’t listen to you. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to protect you. I’m sorry. I just want you to hear it, you do not have to forgive me because I can’t even forgive myself.”

     Dad? Since I’m getting curious about these revelations, I must as well collect more information about his life. Nevertheless, I’m certain now, that again, I can’t gain anything on how to be reincarnated on this mission. But at least, I think I can help him to give peace of mind. I act like I felt uncomfortable in my position therefore, I stretched my arms and neck, groaned, and at that point, I heavily opened my eyes.

     I saw his eyes filled with tears, “I’m sorry did I wake you up?” he hurriedly sits and wiped his tears

     “Are you okay?” I asked

   “Yes,” he answered while facing back when he finally calmed himself down, he glanced at me, “It's just that you remind me of my son so much.”

     “Where is he now?”

    “He disappeared,” he sighed, “The last time I saw him was in his bedroom. Vincent was such a nice kid. He was a smart student, always got high grades so there was no time that he is not included standing on stage. In school, teachers will always tell my wife that he is such a bright kid, respectful, helpful to his classmates. My wife can’t help but boast about him. I mean what kind of mother won’t be proud if she has a child-like Vincent” he gazed afar while laughing, trying to reminiscing memories with his child

     I have a lot of questions in my mind. How did Vincent disappear? Where is his wife? How did he end up like this when it looks like he is a good father to him? Vincent, just what happened to you?

     My thoughts decluttered when my attention went to him mentioning the name ‘Vincent’. Despite that, my vision began to blurred, gradually I can’t hear anything from Ben also, his image is fading. At the same time, other voices overtake my head, then it is gone. I started to see a different image, I’m inside a blue painted walls small bedroom. What is happening to me? Hold up, I can hear the voices again, a voice of a man and a boy. Trying to search where it’s coming from, I scanned the room with my eyesight. There! A boy who looks 16-17 years old and a man is fighting. At first, they’re fighting with their raising voices. Soon it turned into a physical fight, the boy tried to punch him but the man was fast enough to catch his fist and he returned it with him slapping him with the back of his hand. I wanted to tell them to stop but no voice came out. Dear me, I can’t even recognize their faces, they’re too blurred. I squint my eyes hard just to obtain even a tiny glimpse of their faces. Yes! It’s working, the blurred face of the man is slowly making sense.

     No… this is not what I have foreseen. This is impossible. Out of all people, the man is him? I suddenly remember the feelings of anger, hopelessness, and distrust when I first met Ben.

     “SAMUEL!” those images went away as Ben shouted my name, “Hey, you okay buddy?

You’re in a dazed” he was about to place his hand on my shoulder but, I flinched

     “I hate you” I blurted out without me knowing

     He took it as a joke, “I’m sure you do,”  he laughed, “It’s already 6 AM I’m going out to buy some canned foods. Wait for me”

     The moment he’s gone, I started to breathe heavily. What are those images I saw earlier? Are they real? Are some demons manipulating my mind? The boy a while ago, was it Vincent? No, it can’t be. I don’t think he’ll ever lay hand on Vincent. Ben sounds fond of his son, wasn’t he?

     Two hours passed and I’m still contemplating these bizarre things happening when I suddenly heard the creaking sound of a door downstairs, I bet it's Ben. I hurriedly fixed the bed and did a final check before walking into the hallway. In the middle of walking, I stopped, looked above, and tried to call my mentor, Daniel. I believe except for Father, he is the only one who can explain to me what’s going on. He usually shows up after sending him telepathy but, this time I didn’t even see his shadow.

     “Vincent!”  I heard Ben called me downstairs

     “Coming!” I answered

     On the dining table, I saw two red plates, with tuna from the canned and two pieces of loaf bread on each plate. There are also two cups of coffee for us. He invited me to sit down and enjoy my breakfast.

     “About earlier… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it”

    “Not a problem,” he said something after that but I couldn’t hear it, “It’ll be no surprise if you hate me” I didn’t bother to ask it though, seems like he is not up for a long conversation

     The time he finished eating, he stood up right away and told me he’ll just take a quick shower upstairs. I nodded at him then continued eating. Suddenly, I felt a hand again on my head, Ben was patting it with a smile on his face, and he said he wished he was able to do this to Vincent when he was still here.

     After finishing all of the food on the table, I decided to go upstairs until a room next to Ben’s room caught my eye. After finishing all of the food on the table, I decided to go upstairs until a room next to Ben's caught my eye. I opened it slightly then poke my head inside. Compared to Ben's room, this one is definitely sending the atmosphere of the house giving off. When I stepped inside, for some reason, despite the painted walls turning black, a bed covered with white cloth, dusty corners, and rusty metal windows, this place seems so familiar. It feels like a safe zone for me. I walked around the room and there's only one thing that caught my eye. The rope laying on the bed. I picked it up and examined it. This is not new. When I planned to put back the rope in its original place, suddenly there's a rush of adrenaline running through my veins. It feels like I must do something using this, but I don't have a clue what it is.

     I tilted my head and tried to put it back again yet, there was a sudden discomfort around