The unfortunate one

It was a normal day, like every day, but something was off about it. Kyle knew it but couldn't express it. He pondered what was wrong with him and why he was feeling so strange. Today was the day he was returning to his hometown, but he was not excited about it at all. Regardless, he still packed his luggage and got ready for the trip. He got out of his apartment and started walking towards the street. He had eventually reached the streets and was waiting for the cars to pass so he could cross the road. At that moment, he noticed a kid running towards the street without noticing the car that was fast approaching. In the spur of the moment, Kyle jumped towards the kid, pushing him aside. Before he could react and take action according to the situation, it was too late, and the next thing he knew, he was lying on the street with blood dripping from his ears and bleeding all over. His hands were dyed crimson red with blood, and he was trembling as he was breathing faintly and painfully. He felt resentful; he regretted that he could not visit his hometown one last time. He thought to himself about it, but even if he had gone there, there was no one to welcome him, as all of his family members had died of tragedy when he was fifteen years old, and he was nicknamed ''Lone Wolf'' by his fellow peers. Finally, he whispered as he took his last breath, ''Is this how I die after struggling for so long? It's nothing. It is so unfair, but there is nothing that can be done to save me. It's already too late. I have bled too much, and it is a miracle that I am still even conscious'' he said, closing his eyes.

As his soul was drifting away from his body, he felt that his soul was being pulled away by a mysterious force, and he couldn't resist it. It was as if he were drowning in a bottomless river akin to the abyss itself. His soul was grasping in terror, and as his soul was about to perish, he saw a strange man with strange attire walking towards him. He was flabbergasted and couldn't utter a single word. The strange man let out a sigh of relief and proceeded to dispel the mysterious force from Kyle's soul. Then he started mumbling to himself, ''Looks like I am not too late, or else the rulers would have been furious''. He stared at Kyle's soul with a surprised expression and again started mumbling, ''So you are the one that is chosen by them, I see''. He greeted Kyle, saying, ''Well, hello there, sir. It looks like you are having some trouble reincarnating, I see, so that is why''. Kyle replied, ''What are you trying to say? Who are you, and why are you here?''. The person replied by saying, "I am someone insignificant, and you don't have to be worried about it that much; all you have to know is that I am your guide; I will guide your soul."

The person continued by saying, ''It seems like you have died early if all was going as fate would allow; you should have died at seventy-eight years old in your life. This is also the reason why your soul can't enter the reincarnation cycle, and you cannot enter heaven or hell as you haven't done anything significantly good or bad. In other words, you haven't accumulated enough karma, so the only way your soul can exist is by residing in another world. So will you take this offer or decline and continue to stay here until your soul perishes''? Kyle was hesitant at first, but slowly and surely it was clear to him that either he accepts this offer or he has to continue to stay here, oppressed by the mysterious force, until his soul perishes. Kyle accepted the offer, but on the condition that he would be provided with information on the place where he would reincarnate. The strange person accepted and said to him, ''You will have no memory of your conversation with me or anything related to me, but you will have your memories of your previous life as Kyle Morgan. I wish you well. Good luck out there''.