《Doomsday: Resonant Asylum》 CHAPTER 1 (Gone With The Wind)
A loud bang on the door awakens Gunner from his deep sleep. He groaned in frustration and, rather than answering, took a pillow and covered his face. He knows it was Gabbi and he owes her a tour here in Japan. He promised to take her to the Arashiyama Bamboo Grove on the last day of her vacation in Japan. ¡°Hey, Gun! Open up right now! You said you were going to tour me in Kyoto!" she yelled from behind the closed door. After hearing this, Gunner groans and finally gets out of bed to open the door for her. His hair was shabby and used to be slicked. He let her into his cluttered room, and he was unsurprised by her reaction. "Oh my goodness! Is this your space?¡± she exclaimed, and he simply nodded his head in response. Gunners aren''t used to having visitors, but this one is an exception for the time being. She helped him for a while, and he simply returned the favor. He despises having someone help him and then not returning the favor. He''d been in this situation since his twin brother went missing. Until he was declared dead. They were only two in this world, and now he was alone. However, he believes that his brother is simply waiting to be rescued. How many nights had he spent searching the internet and the news for anything that could lead him to his twin brother, but nothing had come up? Nonetheless, he had not given up hope. He hadn''t gotten enough sleep, but it didn''t bother him. He used to be a detective, and it makes him sick to think of himself as a detective when he can''t even find a clue as to where his brother is. ¡°Uhm, hello? Earth to Gunner.¡± Gabbi snapped her finger in front of his face. She appears irritated, but Gunner only looks at her for a few seconds. "Do you want coffee while I get ready?¡± Gunner inquired as he walked over to his coffee maker. It was his energizer, and he couldn''t live without his coffee machine. This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there. "I do like it black," she said, and Gunner nodded. He poured coffee into two small cups. Gabbi sighed as her gaze wandered around the room. "I''m only here for a few weeks for a vacation, but I''ve heard a lot about you," she explained, and Gunner was not surprised. He and his twin brother are detectives, and Japan is well aware of this. They are well-known in society. "I''m not surprised," he said, putting her cup of coffee in front of her. She added a teaspoon of sugar, causing Gunner to scrunch his brow. "I should have made you a creamy coffee if you had put in an amount of sugar," he says, making Gabbi laugh. She pretended to fan herself with her hand and smiled, displaying her pearly whites. "Oh, don''t worry about it. I like it black with a little sugar because it reminds me of home. This is how my grandmother makes me coffee," she replied. ¡°So, back to what I have said earlier. You have a twin brother but I don¡¯t see him here. Where is he?¡± she asked and he thought she already had gossip about him. Nothing here makes your life private unless you are an outcast. "He''s gone," he said flatly, because it was just him. He is not the type to initiate a circle of conversation. He is direct and to the point. He doesn''t want to talk for long, but now that he has a visitor, he should learn how to be polite, even if only for a day. She was stunned and covered her mouth with her hands, whispering. ¡°Missing?" She mumbled in the air, as if someone could hear her, her eyes wide open. Gunner nodded and sipped his coffee. Taking his denim jacket from the cabinet, he combs his hair in front of the mirror. He didn''t have time to take a bath, but he might do so after his tour. "But you''re a detective," she points out, drawing Gunner''s attention to her. He knew it wasn''t her intention and that nothing was going through her mind, but it pricked his heart if it came from someone else. He is, indeed, a detective. A detective who can''t seem to find a single piece of information. "Yes, yes I am," he replied, a smile on his face that didn''t quite reach his eyes. "This has got to be the most difficult case you''ve ever dealt with in your entire life," she said, and she was right. Gunner tied his shoelaces and was ready to go. "Shall we go?" He said, and Gabbi nodded enthusiastically. ¡°Whoa! Is this even true?¡± Gabbi exclaimed, amused, as she took a step in the direction she desired. They''ve already arrived at Arashiyama Bamboo Grove. Yes, the Arashiyama Bamboo Grove in Kyoto was one of the most beautiful tourist destinations in Japan. It was Gunner''s and his twin brother''s favorite place to unwind. "It makes me feel as if I''m in an anime world." I feel like I''m Mitsuha right here right now," she exclaimed, pointing to herself. Gabbi took out her phone and began tapping on the screen. "I''m going to play a song for you. The sparkle one is appropriate here. Ugh! I''m completely smitten! I plan to return to this place soon. Thank you, Gunner, for getting me out of here," she said, waving her hand at him, and he just smiled. Gunner sees a resemblance to his twin brother in her. That excitement in her eyes was exactly the same as her twin''s. He is still amazed by the place, despite the fact that they have been here several times. "I wish you were here," he murmured in the wind, and he could already feel a hot liquid forming at the lid of his eyes, but he forced it to go away. CHAPTER 2 (Void)
The sunrise transformed the greens and blues into a new and vibrant glow. Sunrise appeared as a golden portal to a world of eternal light. The sunrise arrived as if it had missed the sky and wanted nothing more than to warm those blues to a gleaming gold. As if igniting the most perfect flame, the setting sun illuminated the blue. Emotions, to me, are spectrums rather than absolutes or destinations. As a result, I see a range that blends from sad to neutral to happy. For the most part, I stay on the positive side of neutral, allowing "happier" feelings to come through as bursts of color. This is a way of being that I enjoy. It makes me somewhat immune to depression and provides a level of emotional robustness from which others can co-regulate. Those who regard "sad" and "happy" as absolutes, in my opinion, are doomed to oscillate between the two. ¡°Gun! Look at me, I''m a superstar detective now, don''t you think? You know, whenever we''re here, I feel liberated. There''s nothing to worry about, except for the case I''m working on right now, but don''t you think this place is beautiful?" Slasher exclaimed, prompting Gunner to snort. "Sure, this place is lovely, but talking about you being a superstar detective makes me cringe," Gunner said, causing Slasher to roll his eyes at him. "I know we''re twins, but I have to admit that I have all of our clan''s good looks." Just look at the details of my oppa''s face," he said, pointing his face at him and dancing like a ballerina, which made Gunner feel embarrassed because people passing by were staring in their direction. The memories began to fade when Gabbi screamed because she had been tripped and Gunner secretly laughed at her. A tear had already escaped his eyes without his knowledge, and thankfully Gabbi had not noticed. It was already afternoon when Gunner returned to his rented dorm. He had to take Gabbi to the airport before returning to his dorm. He was stuffed and thankful because he didn¡¯t have to cook his dinner already. He sighed as his eyes wandered around his cluttered room. It was, indeed, filthy. He should be cleaning right now so he can think clearly without being distracted by unpleasant odors. He, too, required a bath. He groaned as he slumped against the bed. What a person he''d become since his brother went missing.The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement. "Where have you gone?" He muttered under his breath, and a tear fell from his eyes, which he quickly wiped away with the back of his hand. He despises crying, but he misses his brother terribly. They don''t have any parents and rely solely on one another. When their mother died, their father abandoned them, and they were adopted by an elderly couple who later died. The couple had been so kind to them that they inherited a sum of money that they used for their studies, and they are now detectives. He gets to his feet and pulls out his jacket. He began by turning on his computer in order to receive emails or messages. He started by cleaning his room. He grabbed a garbage bag and threw away anything unnecessary. He sighed as he realized he''d been consuming a lot of cup noodles and instant foods. It''s no surprise he''s thin. It was Slasher, his brother, who used to cook in the kitchen. It was his place, and he enjoyed the food his brother prepared for him. But everything has changed now. He faced the sink, which was full of cups, after cleaning all the plastics and things that couldn''t already be used. There are no plates, only cups and spoons. He washed everything in the sink and cleaned all of the sink''s edges until he was satisfied. He then took his pillowcases, bed sheets, and blankets and laundered them. He had to do it in his bathroom because he didn''t have a washing machine. What he likes best about his rented room is that it has its own bathroom and is not shared with another boarder. "What a day for me," he muttered as he brushed the sheets with powder soap. "So this is how a housewife feels." Housewives should be given an award, a huge award," he said as he turned on the faucet and let the water pour into the tub after brushing the sheets. He can hear his heart pounding and, for the first time, he breaks out in a pool of sweat. He wipes the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, which is still covered in bubbles. He decided to take a brief break after washing his laundry and putting it out to dry before returning to his table to clean it again. There are numerous papers that should no longer be present. His table should be cleaned as well. And what he should be paying attention to right now is his brother. For the time being, he will not be accepting new clients until he locates his brother. Gunner sighed, his tired body slumped in his bed. He has lost count of how many sighs he has let out to this day. They say it''s bad, but he can''t help but sigh at his bleak existence. He was about to close his eyes for a short nap when he remembered his computer. He walks over to his computer and checks his emails to see if there are any new ones. He scrolled and scrolled until his attention was drawn to something. Void SD 01100110. 01101001. 01101110. 01100100. 01101101. 01100101 That was the email that drew Gunner''s attention. He opened the browser and pasted the numbers into the search tab, where his eyes widened. It was a secret code. A code which says, find me. He opened the email and became deeply invested in every word he read. Void To me, WIC Company come here; astral, murder, and bodies. Dad and the doctor are enemies. Be safe.