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 am standing in a white room, just as I remember it when I first woke up in the laboratory.

I see Dr. Carell, the table, and the computer, but in the chair in the middle, it is not me who is chained to it; it is Henry.

Clenching my jaw, I walk to him, seeing him stare at Dr. Carell, who is typing something into the computer.

I watch the doctor stand up and swiftly insert a needle into Henry's hand.

Then I see that sick fucker go to work, dissecting a paw that wasn't his to touch—a hand that held mine and was probably still doing so in the present, a hand that patted me, stroked me, fuck—a hand that beat me the first time we met. A hand that touched my chest, with the specific finger that tapped twice right above my heart.

"Where is Kenny?" The dog, not caring about his paw, asks.

250. Do you feel better?