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]

We went to my grandma's room, only to find nobody inside again. That irritated me quite a bit; where the hell was she constantly going?

Thinking of her newly appearing drinks, I had a premonition.

"Let's look in the kitchen." We went upstairs to the wrecked kitchen that had a crudely assembled little fireplace on the floor, no idea how long it had been there, and we didn't find her either.

"Hmmm...." I held my chin, feeling even more irritated. Where would that old dragon disappear to? While looking around, I found a smaller door in the middle of one of the kitchen walls, resembling a hatch for groceries or something.

Wouldn't a dragon hide inside a nest and sleep on its treasures?

I opened the door and saw my grandma sitting inside. The hatch was longer than I thought, tall enough to fit an upholstered chair and a small table inside. On the little table stood a bottle of wine, while my grandma drank something dark red from a glass.

145. Fiery red