I could easily manipulate people's head. Boys to work for me or rub banks for me, and girls to give me that little cookie they have. My life was too boring and these humans were the only thing that put joy in my miserable life.

It happened in a rainy day, when I discovered that thing. The miracle.

A girl with a black disheveled long hair burst into the diner. She was young, but have pretty eyes.

I did as I always do.

1. Tell her to look at me. To like me. To think that I look good. To say why not speak with him.

I did it with my head. It's just like I am thinking and it always work.

But it didn't happen. I tried and tried. However, the little girl with pretty sad eyes didn't even glance at me.

I didn't know why she didn't response. I mean, I usually get girls laid without even manipulating them. But that girl's attention was somewhere else.

I tried one other method. Telekinesis.

It has already been 10 minutes since she entered but I could get nothing to work.

I doubted myself, even though I didn't do this for a pretty long time. Doubting myself.

But nothing worked with that specific girl.

I tried it out with someone else, and it did work. They spoke to me and said what I wanted them to say.

Then nothing is wrong with my senses and powers.

What is wrong, then?

Why I couldn't get inside that girl's head?

And then it strikes me when she looks at me in the eyes. She approached me and she seemed nauseous. She asked for a glass of water.

I know, due to my long experience in this field, that when I can't access someone's mind, it means they themselves blocked it from me.

I blinked. Her face is unfamiliar. She can't be like me, or I would've seen her, at least, once at the institute.

I looked at my hands as they're shaking. I can feel a strong urge of touching her. Embracing her. Having her all for myself.

I know this feeling, it comes when I feel like eating or killing someone. It doesn't come very often, and also, it doesn't come as strong as the one I am feeling right now.

I blinked. It is a familiar feeling.

I have experienced this before.

I ended up killing my only source in getting my human nature back due to this tricking feeling we have when they are around.

"You are a heterogeneous, aren’t you?"

She blinked away the tears as she looked at me. "What?"

I can't know if she knows what the hell I am talking about or not. I can't read her mind.

"You know what I am?"

She blinked again, tears still wet on her cheeks.

She is either a good actress, or she really doesn’t know what the hell I'm talking about. 

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