Shen_Zerro

Asher Reed awakens in the jungle, his memories shrouded in mystery. He stumbles upon a lone restaurant, marked by a weathered "Midnight Kitchen" plaque. The restaurant, hidden deep within the jungle, seems to exist outside of time and reality.

As Asher becomes entangled with the restaurant's ghostly clients, Emiko and Akira, he unravels the dark secrets surrounding the Midnight Kitchen. The twins, bound to the restaurant, seem to hold the key to Asher's past and the mysterious forces driving him.

Will Asher uncover the truth behind the Midnight Kitchen, or will he succumb to its eerie allure?

The Night Market of Lost Souls

The ghost's eyes scanned the dimly lit room, his gaze lingering on the dusty tables and chairs. "U-um...Isn't this a restaurant?" he asked, his voice hesitant.

Asher's frown deepened, his eyes narrowing slightly. "I saw outside, it's called the Midnight Kitchen...u-um so I thought-" the ghost stammered, his words trailing off.

"Yes, it is," Asher cut in, his voice curt. "I don't have anything right now, just fruits." He placed a fruit on the table, his movements deliberate and detached.

The ghost's eyes lit up, and he stood up, his hands reaching out to grab the fruit. But midway, he hesitated, his eyes clouding over with uncertainty. He remembered that he was a ghost, and that he couldn't hold or eat physical objects.

But something compelled him to try, and to his surprise, he found that he could hold the fruit. He brought it to his lips, and took a bite, the sweetness exploding in his mouth. The scent of ripe fruit filled the air, mingling with the dust and decay of the abandoned restaurant.

He ate with relish, forgetting that he wasn't alone, and that he was in unknown territory. As he finished eating, he let out a smile, his eyes shining with gratitude. His wounds, which had been slowly healing, seemed to mend faster, as if the food had given him newfound strength.

He raised his eyes, and looked straight at Asher, his gaze meeting the other man's intense stare. "T-thank you, I'm...I'm Kaito Nakahara," he stammered, his voice filled with emotion. "May I ask your name, my lord?"

Asher's face remained unreadable, his eyes giving away nothing. For a moment, he seemed to hesitate, as if weighing his options. But then, in a low, even tone, he spoke. "I'm Asher Reed."

Kaito's eyes widened, and he nodded, his expression filled with gratitude. Asher, on the other hand, seemed to be thinking something else entirely. His eyes seemed to gleam with a calculating intensity, as if he was already thinking of ways to use this newfound acquaintance to his advantage.

For Asher, this chance encounter was not just a coincidence. It was an opportunity, a chance to gather more information about this world, and to spread his name. He needed to know more about this place, and the secrets it held. And if he couldn't leave, then he would have to attract the information to him.

A fragile Truce