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

All those memories rush back to him and they play in his head like a tape. His life before the outbreak wasn't particularly successful but everything he has experienced so far has a place in his heart. His chest feels heavy. It's no longer just a tingle of warmth but a combination of different sensations. There is an urge to cry whenever he thinks of his family and those precious to him; another urge to smile whenever Shann holds or kisses him; an urge to dash downstairs to show the others his album and diary; an urge to clasp Shann's hand and lead him out of this rotten cage. 


They're lying side by side on the mattress, their hands intertwined. They both stare at the glass dome-shaped light on the ceiling. 


Life [Part 7]