Enigmatic Death

When I open my eyes, I found myself following a man wearing entirely black clothes with a red rope lashed in my hands. I tried to unfasten it whereas it eventually loosens itself and I get a chance to flee from the man which seems to be related to death.

I wandered around the town merely to find out I was dead by now. And I was bolt from the blue with that verity for I don’t remember anything from the time when I was still alive counting the ground of my demise. Hence, I take a crack to unravel the enigma in the wake of my death whereas I had stumble upon a man whom I grasp he can see ghost alike me. That’s when I got the hope that the ground of my death would crack in next to no time. 

It was not easy to sway him to lend a hand to me. It was thanks to the hairpin I have that made him help me. Because, it was the same pin which he gave to his mother in what went before though I had no idea where I got it from. At first, all I want to know is to who I am. Yet, when he discovered who I was, I desire to know the reason of my demise in trade to help him find his mother. 

As we probe together in finding the verity, it never traverse in our minds that we could unearth a deeper and greater arcane in the wake of finding the veracity we rummage around.

And as we were on the verge of unravelling the truth, the further it hurts us so as to encumber us from finding the truth to any further extent. It’s as if every piece deciphered made it for us to barely breathe given that it’s something we couldn’t bare nor accept. As it happens, we keep at uncovering the truth so as to explicate the reason to my death and finding his mother he hadn’t seen for long years albeit our hearts our seen better days.

The last thing we did to unravel the enigma of my death before the full moon, is to go to the Underworld’s Library to where records of the dead were stored. He was the only one allowed to enter and I was left outside waiting him to find my records before the given time ends. And it was quite late when he go out from the library and he straight away grabbed my hand and rapidly ran.

I asked him if he ever found out who killed me but he fretfully said anon. And I didn’t speak anymore, running swiftly before the sun sets. I had grasp the veracity in the wake of my killer. I realized it when he didn’t answer me right away when I asked him. That’s when I knew who my killer was. 

The one, who killed me, is Arang. 

And I am Arang.