Haru_Catty

"Curiosity killed the cat." The sinister man raised the edges of his lips into a grin before injecting the girl's neck ruthlessly, leaving her unconscious. 
[Disclaimer: Rated 18 solely for the blood and gore scenes. Extreme torture and abuse scenes included, however, a warning shall be given at the start of such chapters and I will be briefly explaining everything for those who skipped the chapters with such content. Read at your own discretion.] 
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Nancy Morgan was an average college girl who was bored of her little-to-none thrilling life and wanted something new. But what she got for that was not necessarily what she asked for. She got into a life-threatening accident.
Roth Rogers, her family friend, inserted a chip inside her brain to save her. However, it attracted evil people to go after her. 
To protect her from the upcoming dangers, Roth appointed his adopted son, Samuel Rogers as her bodyguard. 
However, more than the people who were trying to abduct her for the cutting-edge technology, Nancy's curiosity rang for her bodyguard's mysterious life. 
Little did she know, her curiosity unlocked many secrets and troubles.... Like Immortality and artificial diseases.
Trapped in a dilemma of science and immortality, Nancy must find out more about her bodyguard, and his connection with all of the mess.
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[Excerpt] 
"How come you have appeared at my house?" Samuel asked, ignoring her question. "And at such an hour? Are your parents aware?"
He was bombarding questions at her after her system told her strange things.
Nancy was irritated enough to break his neck, but she kept her composure.
"Listen here, you little shit, the system is saying you're hurt. And that's what I asked you. Only I ask the questions here." Nancy clarified before jumping onto the bed, an inch apart from him, as she ran her hand from his shirt's collar to the first button.
Who wears dress shirts in bed?
Before Nancy could unbutton his shirt, he grabbed her hand with a frown on his face.
"I do not know what your system told you, but I must clarify that I am not hurt," Samuel said before moving her hand aside.
"Prove it, then," Nancy muttered. "The system says it's a thoracic injury. Show me that it's not."
"Even if there is one, I believe you have nothing to do with it." Samuel backfired.
Right. Nancy had nothing to do with his matters. But she was dying to remove that shirt from him. No, no! Not for any other business. She just needed to see if the gunshot wound was still there or not.
"Which means there is a wound," Nancy said, trying to sound unfazed by his words. "I'll help you treat it."
She stood up before walking over to the nightstand opposite them to get the first-aid kit. He watched her with narrowed vision, and she stared back from the corner of her eye.
{Probability of survival : 50%... 60%... 65%}
{The Wound shows signs of healing. Abnormalities detected.}
{Platelet count: Normal.}
{Platelet function: Faster than normal.}
The system kept raising abnormalities from Samuel as if the system could've never guessed for such an existence. It made Nancy wonder, too.
She was sure he was another invention. One way, or another… He was involved.
[Note: All my novels are fictional. None of the characters and events have actually taken place.]
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Special Thanks to my mother for devising a name. 
I had been working on this for 2 years but I couldn't get a name. My mom asked me about the plot and I told her that it was complicated; That's when she said 'Dilemma' 
If you like complicated things, this is for you!
Thank you for giving this a shot.

Dilemma: The Chip System

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'I do not know how people usually start diary entries. However, if I am to write a few words, perhaps I shall start with greetings.

But greetings are said to get attention… And diaries are supposed to be personal. So, I am uncertain if I should skip the greetings or not. What would Private Joshua have done in such a situation?

He must have written an entire booklet of greetings expressing his existence with words. He was good with words anyway. He comforted me.

I hope I do not forget him and his kindness.

I feel terrible. The blood on my hands is not coming off no matter what I do. I had been scrubbing all over it since this morning. However, the stains seem to remain no matter what I do. The color is dark, and it has dried on my hands.

No wonder why it would not come off.

A Diary Entry