Sex Maniac
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Name: Night Hale
Rank: 1
Level: 1
Exp: 0
Skills: 1
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There was a weird window right in front of his eyes with text glowing in blue. Night tried to touch it, but his hand just went through it. He was clearly able to see the text in front of him. The text was even glowing, but it didn't light up the surroundings.
'This window looks like something you would see in some of the games I've played.'
After experimenting a little bit, Night realized he can hide the window and make it visible again just by thinking about that. He couldn't help but feel the excitement bubbling in him. He wasn't sure what the window was, but he would find out later. He closed the window and started feeling his surroundings.
'It seems like I have some kind of cloth wrapped around me. I don't have any underwear…'
Night stretched his hands and legs all around in an attempt to understand where he was.
'I'm in quite a cramped space and all the surfaces are hard and smooth. This space is really cold.'
"Hey! Can anyone hear me?"
He tried to shout just in case, but no one answered.
'It's like I'm in a box or something.'
Night tried to punch the walls around him, but they were as solid as they can be. He thought they might be made out of steel or some other metal.
He stretched his hands around to see if there was anything he could do in this situation and found something near his legs. There was something like a lever. He tried to reach it, but it was hard in this claustrophobic space. With the help of his legs, he finally managed to move it. The lever made a gritting sound as he moved it down opening the door.
Bright light poured in blinding him. Night stepped out and immediately realized where he was. It was a clean room with bright light and the wall he just crawled out of was full of those same doors he just opened. It was a morgue.
'Did I just crawl out of a fridge. That would explain why I was feeling cold in there.'
Looking around and at himself, Night understood he was probably supposed to be dead. He had a white cloth wrapped around him and checking the other fridges next to him cleared all the doubts. There were corpses in them.
Night looked at his reflection in one of the metallic surfaces those fridges had. He was surprised seeing himself. He has dark brown hair and blue eyes. He didn't take a very good care of himself, so he was supposed to be skinny and pale with bags under his eyes. Now his skin looked very good and smooth enough to make most girls jealous. He didn't have bags under his eyes and even some facial features were smoothed out making him look better than before. If he took a haircut he could probably work as a model. He couldn't help but stare at his own reflection. What could have caused such a huge change?
Night decided to think about that later. He wasn't sure why he was still alive. He had been stabbed several times and was seriously injured but now he didn't even have any scars. Was he just dreaming all along?
Night was burning with anger as he thought about what had happened. The situation back then was quite bizarre though. Like the horse mask guy, the explosion or the limb loss. Why was his right arm missing? He was pretty sure he was only thrown to the ground by the explosion. Maybe got some burns and the leg injuries but he had lost the whole arm there.
A loud bang brought him back to reality.
'That sounded like a heavy door closing.'
Just as Night thought that, someone came to the door of the room he was in. There was a woman in her thirties with long white hair and blue eyes. She was wearing light blue hospital clothes and was quite slim with nice curves in just the right places. The woman had a surprised expression on her face. They stared at each other for good ten seconds before she opened her mouth.
"Who are you?"
Night wasn't sure what he should say so he just started explaining the situation.
"I think I was supposed to be dead since I was in one of those fridges over there."
"Soon after climbing out of it you arrived here."
"I'm Night by the way. Night Hale."
After listening to Night's explanation, the woman brought him some blankets and they went to another room nearby to check his information. She hadn't believed him at first when he said he was in the fridge. It seems that they are a lot colder than he thought. More like freezers in fact so crawling out of them and being able to function like a normal person was hard to believe.
She introduced herself as Leah and was currently trying to find his information on the computer. Night used this opportunity to check the text window from before as she was still busy.
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Name: Night Hale
Rank: 1
Level: 1
Exp: 0
Skills: 1
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Night could make some guesses as he saw the window.
'I'm not sure what the rank and level are but it would seem I have a skill.'
'So what is it?'
Just as he thought that another window appeared right next to the first one.
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[Sex Maniac]
?????: ?????
?????: ?????
?????: ?????
?????: ?????
?????: ?????
Skill activation requirements: Member of the opposite sex
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'Sex Maniac…'
Night couldn't help but laugh a bit. The name sounded silly to him.
'There are lots of question marks.'
'The skill activation requirements?'
'What is the skill even supposed to do? And how can I activate that?'
'Activate'
'Like that?'
Just as he thought that he suddenly run out of breath and felt like all his energy drained from his body. He was breathing heavily and felt like he had just run a marathon. For some reason he also had a huge boner.
Leah slowly turned around to look at him, so he closed the windows in a panic. He hoped she didn't see it as she turned. Night looked at her and was surprised by her face. Her cheeks were bright red, and her eyes were unfocused and glossy. Her breathing was probably even heavier than his. She was visibly restless.
'Did that skill really do something?'
Night had half expected all the skill stuff to be some kind of prank but looking at Leah's expression now made him think it might be real.
His reasoning and ability to control himself started to weaken as he kept looking at her pretty blue eyes. The last thing Night was able to think was that the skill had probably affected both of them. Leah lost control first and jumped on Night knocking him down to floor as she kissed him.