E and S are two Soul Collectors working for the Underworld, tasked with the daily mission of collecting human souls and guiding them through a series of trials. One day, E is enticed by a demon and decides to defy the protocol which forbids him to harbour any sentiments towards humans. S, refusing to let E fall alone, fails to retrieve two human souls and the two are subsequently subject to retribution. They are exiled from the Underworld and forced to go through four agonising reincarnations. 

In their first trial, Erik and Shayne are two teenage boys caught in an infinite, tormenting time loop caused by two enchanted pocket watches that distort the dimensions while feasting on their lifespan, soul and memories. Can love save them from the recurring ordeals? 

In their second trial, Emir is a young, traumatised painter struggling with the loss of his spouse and Shane 2.0 is an android magically delivered to his porch one day, vowing to help him overcome his depression and anorexia while recollecting fragments of his bittersweet memories. Can a heart revive after love has once died? 

In their third trial, Elis is a MUTANT – a bloodthirsty, flesh-craving creature infected with an unknown virus years ago but is miraculously able to retain human intelligence and conscience. During one of his outings, he bumps into Shann, a surviving human boy who is scavenging a house with his family. Can love blossom in the midst of a zombie apocalypse? 

In their last trial, Elli and Shane dwell in a rotten world blighted by another calamity – WWIII. They are two teenage pacifists struggling to survive on the battlefield, seeking to rediscover the remaining trace of humanity, their forgotten identities and the value of bonding. What will remain of love when the entire world is decimated? 

Warning: angst, tragedy, major character's death 
A boy x boy romance [yaoi fiction]

Vanilla Dusk

Emir uncovered the portrait and took out his tools. He squeezed the paints onto the plate and gestured for the android to sit across him. He still couldn't take his eyes off the streak of crimson on his canvas. It had, somehow, faded into light brown, blended perfectly with the rest of the fireworks. 


He finished colouring Shane's face and deepening the shades in his hair. 


That day, he brought the canvas with him to the ward for the first time and showed it to Shane. His grin stretched from ear to ear. 


'Would you like to finish it before I leave?' Shane had asked. 


Emir began to cry. His hand trembled as he held the brush. He didn't want to finish the painting because he knew the moment it was done, Shane would be gone. 


So he procrastinated. Each time, he would only finish a portion of it; Shane's eyes this time, his nose next time, and then his lips, then his cheeks, his neck, his collarbones, and then his shirt... 


Half [Part 8]