Chay007

To have the ability to see into people's past has no real appeal for the teenager this story is about, letting him only use it as amusement and to show off when he was drunk.

Never look into someone's past beyond a superficial level. 

Never try to find out more than you should. 

NEVER. EVER. LOOK. INTO. THE. FUTURE. 

But everything changed the moment he was forced to look into the future, was forced to investigate the circumstances of a murder, and was forced to make the acquaintance of the victim's twin brother('s fists).  

The more time passed, the more it appeared that the primary reason for this murder wasn't a local, but a global one. 

This single, marred corpse was the beginning of a threat that would shake the world. 

(MC loses a screw when he enters the prison.) BL, first-person view; MC is shuo (perhaps even a reversible couple); love interest falls in love first; both MC and ML are straight, mutual bending, Enemies to Lovers

Many thanks to MelBri for helping so skillfully with any kind of grammar error! (*ˊᗜˋ*)/ᵗᑋᵃᐢᵏ ᵞᵒᵘ*

Flip the Coin [BL]

I blacked out again, and when I came to, my orange jumpsuit was clean—well, besides it being used and sweaty—only for fresh blood to seep through once more.

There was new food and water on the floor, but there was no way I could crawl there, so I tried to conjure some water up, only to find that on the table in my mind was no fucking coin.

This shook me more than my battered body could.

I blacked out again, and the third or fourth time I regained consciousness after constantly blacking out, my wounds had mostly stopped bleeding.

Still, I didn't dare to move and let them open again.

When I found myself finally awake for longer, I noticed that any kind of blood that came into contact with my jumpsuit would disappear after two minutes.

I was reminded of the approximately two weeks of time in my solitary cell, of which I had no recollection.

Maybe now I have my explanation for the time span back then.

116. Thinking and Bleeding