Eighteen

Young Ace clung to his parents' hands as they walked into the Scene. A first-timer in the area, the child’s eyes widened at the beautiful scenery that dissolved and replaced the pearly white fog. Ace’s breath was taken away.

His parents were silent for a while, watching their child examine the numerous catfish darting below them. Ace’s father finally spoke out.

“This will all soon be yours, son.”

Ace stood right there in the Scene, memories washing over him like miniature tidal waves, making him recollect such fragile yet painful memories of his deceased parents. His jaw clenched at the thought of someone killing them. The boy could only conclude that they were heartless felons.

Then again, it gave him guilt to think of how he couldn’t save them and how weak and incompetent he was back then. Ace owed them so much. He needed to find out who slaughtered his parents. He needed to remember what to destroy and what his parents had said in the midst of panic.