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]

Sitting sideways on my good leg, I had spread Snapshot-Henry's legs apart and was in the midst of pulling his pants down when I got dizzy.

As if the power of his blood, which I had devoured, was only now digested, I fell back with yet another seizure, but this time I was sobered up quite a bit.

When the shaking and trembling lessened, I sat up and moved my head left and right, closing my eyes and listening to the sounds my body made, feeling the surging power Henry's blood brought with it.

I emptied my mind, letting go of the voices that led to strange places and barring every route inside my mind that would bring me to only more horrific thoughts.

I put Snapshot-Henry away without looking at him before glancing at the coin.

No matter which direction I moved, the hands of the Hangman followed up, always pointing in the same direction, still upwards.

I looked at the flesh ceiling above me.

199. |¨=8=