Chapter 11: Beginning of The Journey

Our little family separated after Mom dropped a bombshell on me. It was getting relatively late for Cain and Euphi, especially with their long day tomorrow.

Walking up the stairs, I walked up the spiral staircase, and down the hall to my left was the second biggest room in the house. My mom's master bedroom was the biggest.

The door to this room had a sign on it: "Eizkel's room, enter or not idrc."

'M-Motherfucker!' My mouth couldn't even form words at the sight of this sign. It was just so nonchalant, like he didn't care at all about things around him. But from what I've seen of the family, that's not the case.

Actually.

'Did they not think I was acting strangely at all? Minus my questions, did I act like him, or did they just not mention it?'

Given that no person is the same, it's impossible that I acted just like the original Eizkel. It was inconceivable and completely impossible—unless "I" had a strong acting ability. Needless to say, I don't!

Click~

Walking into the room, a sleek modern design greeted me. Everything in this room screamed efficiency and minimalism. His bed was just a queen size tucked in the corner of the room, fortunately with more color than the rest of the room—a blue and purple bed set. Seeing purple on a bed was strange, but to each their own.

In the corner next to the windows and the entrance to the balcony was a standing desk, complete with a three-monitor setup and the computer itself to the right, with the glass facing so you could see it light up while you were on it.

The closet was huge, but the doors were closed, and I didn't really have any desire to see his attire at the moment. I had more important things to worry about. Besides, judging by the rest of the room, the clothes inside were probably folded with military precision or color-coded like a fashion catalog. Either way, not my concern right now.

To the right of the closet was a modern-looking bathroom—the kind you'd expect in a high-end apartment or a boutique hotel. Glass-paneled shower, rainfall head, motion-activated lights, matte-black fixtures gleaming under the dim glow of an LED vanity strip. It was sleek, almost cold. Stylish, sure, but more like something you'd show off during a house tour than actually relax in. I couldn't help but wonder if he really used it much, or if it was just another part of a carefully curated life I hadn't quite pieced together yet.

I walked over to the computer, turning it on. The fans hummed, and everything started lighting up. In less than a breath, the password screen appeared.

"Shit." Fortunately, the password was just a pin type instead of a word-type password. Considering there were only 10 numbers he could use—0 through 9—there was a limit to the combinations. Still an ungodly amount, but still limited!

Sitting down in the ergonomic chair, I rested my face on my palm, contemplating what could possibly be the password. The seat molded to my body a little too perfectly, like it had been adjusted just for him. I stared at the pin screen, expression flat, brain running in circles. Four digits. That's all it was. Just four numbers standing between me and a peek into his life.

'Judging by what I've seen from the room, he probably used a simple or easy-to-remember password. And since this can only be 4 digits, it's either a birthday, another day of significance, or just something simple.'

I took my left hand and typed 1111.

"Of course, it wouldn't be that easy," I sighed. Leaning back, I felt something shift in my pocket.

'Ah! It could be in his phone!'

I hastily grabbed the phone out of my pocket and unlocked it with Face ID. I opened up the search bar and typed in "Notes." The app opened with no problems and—lo and behold—there was a section labeled "Passwords"! Locked by Face ID as well, but since I was in his body, no problems there.

"0305?"

'It's clearly a date but for what?'

I didn't dwell on this for too long. 

A beautiful city standing after rain had passed was the wallpaper on all three monitors. It was really pleasing to look at.

'Where's—oh!'

Thankfully, the Files app was so clear to find. But, there wasn't anything of instant significance.

'Hm?' A folder named "Goals" came up as I continued scrolling through things. It was locked as well and not with a face ID so I tried the other password again. The file opened up without any problem which made think why such a date was important but again that's for later!

Bold at the top even underlined was one thing. "Main goal: get over Alice." 

'Get over Alice? Oof, my man Eizkel, that's the realist shit I've learned about you.'

His goal opened up a whole can of worms. Those five words were enough for me to understand him on a deeper level. That being at the top of the list said everything. Not 'be famous,' not 'get stronger,' not even 'be happy.' Just 'get over Alice.' I didn't know who she was, but I knew the type of wound that leaves behind.

I continued reading and found more grounded goals.

Sub-goals:

- Have a role equal to Mom in a movie

- Maybe a girlfriend?

- Do good in school

- Work out more

'Fair goals and simple for the most part. I just don't know…'

Acting wasn't really my thing, but I feel like I owe him it.

'Yeah, you know what—fuck it! I'll do it for Eizkel, and it's not like I have any other goal besides improving my body.'

Closing the Goals folder and file, I left the computer on and walked out to the balcony. The moon stared down at me, and a cool breeze brushed against me. The song of the trees and the nightly creatures offered peace—a peace that was very much welcomed. A time to myself where I could be alone with my thoughts, minus the Record.

"Hah~, to my new life!"

I hyped myself up! Not every day one gets a completely fresh start!