John Walker No Longer Existed

John Walker being very familiar with the layout of the club did not have problems locating his acquaintances.

He questioned all those he was close to within the club but to his greatest shock, none of them knew who he was.

The frustrated guy grabbed his hair, "What in heaven's name is going on here? Is this some kind of joke or what," John screamed but because of the loud music no one seems to hear his scream of anguish?

Just when he turned around to leave, he got a glimpse of a familiar face.

'Martha is crazy about me, there is no way she wouldn't recognise me. I am sure of it," John Walker finally seems to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

John grabbed the lady's right hand when he reached her, "Hello Martha, I have been searching for you."

The lady turned and stare at the one who touched her. When she got a glimpse of his face she was mesmerised by his beauty.

'Who is this devilishly handsome dude and why does he act as though he knows me'

"Sorry, you have got the wrong person. I am Tania and not Martha," Tania said in a polite tone.

John's once hopeful expression fell on hearing her words.

This lady before him is the same lady he has made love to so many times. She is not only crazy about him in bed but she is crazy about his looks.

Even though she is aware he is a renowned playboy she did not mind offering herself to him. As long as he gives her what she wants which was rough sex she had no problem with his lifestyle.

How could this same lady claims that she did not know him?

This is not just possible, is it?

"What are you talking about Martha, it was just a day ago we had sex so how could you pretend not to know me? If this is a joke then know that it isn't funny at all," John said angrily.

The lady eyes squinted, "Do you know me?" Tania asked innocently. "Although I don't know you, I don't mind getting to know a handsome man like you. You look hot~,"

The angry John beat her hand trying to touch his face away, " Don't touch me."

John turned and left the club disappointed.

Standing outside, he stares at the starry blue sky. The sky happens to look the same way it did when he was lying in his pool of blood.

'Am I really Harry Walker like that fucked up system or whatnot says? Does John Walker no longer exist in this world but how is that possible~"

The feeling of someone's hand around his shoulder put an end to his thoughts. He turned to see who dared to disturb his thoughts.

His once deadly gaze soften when he got a glimpse of the lady's face who helped him earlier.

"I am Emily Broker and you?" The beautiful lady smiled at him.

'Who should I tell her I am? John Walker, who doesn't seem to exist in this world or Harry Walker whose identity I am not sure of?'

John contemplated on what to choose.

"Harry Walker," He opted for the new identity. He extended his hand for a handshake.

The lady's surprised look when he mentioned his name made him frown, "What is wrong?"

The lady sized him from head to toe. Her expression while doing this was not that of disgust but admiration "You are Harry Walker?"

Harry almost mistake the beautiful woman for a psychopath because of the way she behaves. "Yes, and what is wrong with that?" John questioned, his soft tone turning to a cold one.

"If you are the mysterious Harry Walker, the inventor of the Monster Hunter game then everything is wrong with your presence here," The lady said beaming at him.

'What the heck is she spewing? She is so beautiful. I can't believe she is sick in the head'

Harry turned to leave but the lady held his hand once again.

"Rumours had it that your brain got affected after suffering from a car accident so I am sure that is why you don't understand what I am saying. As long as you come with me, I will tell you everything I know about you," Emily offered him a juicy offer.

Harry stares at her like he could read minds. After minutes of contemplation, he decided to go with her.

Inside the car, John looks out of the window. Although the streets were still physically the same, Harry concludes that something was greatly wrong with this world he had woken up to.

How could his identity suddenly change if the world was still the same?

The happy Emily stole secret glances at the man she has taken a great liking to. She drives the car to an area he was quite familiar with.

In this area, only the filthy rich people could afford to live there. The rent there was so high to the point that one who claims to be wealthy will turn poor after staying there for only six months.

Harry turns to stare at the strange lady after her car drives into a magnificent white mansion. Not only was the mansion splendid but also the surroundings.

'She loves flowers'

Harry concluded after seeing the scenic view of her mansion. Apart from the fountain water lit up the colourful lights, the sweet smiling flowers added a lot of beauty to the already amazing mansion.

She turned and stare at him after the car has come to a stop. "Welcome to my humble abode Mr Harry Walker," Emily said with smiles.

Harry chuckled, "This is a humble abode? Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Of course mine is humble compared to your glass mansion. I guess you accord much importance to my home because you have lost your memory," Emily said as she opened the door of the car. She elegantly climbed out of the car.

The two of them entered the magnificent building. Outside Harry had thought he had seen it well but entering the vast sitting-room he was proved wrong.

The interior of the room was far more unique than the exterior. All the decors and furniture were the best of the best.

He wondered what her identity was for her to possess such a luxurious building.

Emily lead him into the luxurious sitting room and offered him a seat. Three minutes later, a maid came to attend to him.

The first thing he noticed about the maid was how sophisticated she looked. She looked more well dressed and fluent in English for her profession.

Emily did as she promised. She told him everything she knew about his identity. Harry was dumbfounded when he learned about his new identity.

"I am the CEO of NextIN company. A company that doesn't only develops games but also world-changing software?" Harry asked in shock.

Just then the memory of what happened before he got pushed off the rooftop by his stepbrother pops into his head.

Today was Christmas and for unknown reasons, he decided to stroll to the club instead of using his car.

He was some distance close to the club when he saw a beggar begging on the streets. He couldn't believe that there was actually someone out there who didn't have enough money to celebrate such a global joyous occasion.

He was touched to give the elderly woman the packets of chocolates one of his admirers gave him. As though that wasn't enough he brought out all the money in his wallets and gave it to her. "Merry Christmas," John greeted with smiles turning to leave.

The woman's weak voice made him turn to look at her. "Wait a minute," She repeated for the second time. John watched her search her dirty animal skin bag for something he didn't know. He was about to leave when the woman extended a red box tied with a green ribbon to him.

"Merry Christmas. For your kindness you deserve it," the woman said still stretching the box towards his direction. John only stares at the woman not knowing whether or not to accept the gift box.

As poor as she is, he knew she wouldn't be able to afford anything that will suit his taste. He later collected the gift box from her with a smile because he didn't want to hurt her feelings on such a happy day.

Curious to see the content of the red box, John opened the box. He wasn't expecting to see anything pleasant that is why he was not disappointed when he only found a silvery shiny paper with the word 'SECOND CHANCE' boldly written on it.

"What does this means?" John was stunned when the paper in his hand disappeared. He turn to stare at the place the woman sat but to his greatest surprise, she was gone.

He didn't understand what that word mean until this moment

'Does coming back to life have anything to do with that woman's Christmas gift to me?'. Harry was so lost in thoughts. He didn't even pay attention to Emily anymore.

Emily shook her head affirmatively, "Nobody knows exactly what you look like since you kept your identity a mystery. The entire universe was thrown into a state of panic when they learned about your accident," Emily said her eyes glued on his face.

Harry tried to assimilate all the information he has received at once.