Wishmaker Chapter 3: Chapter 3

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*** Next two chapters are in first pov, sorry in advance! Bye... *** Thud! Something heavy fell on the floor, making the wooden boards tremble under my bare feet. Nothing moved in the silence that followed, waiting for something to happen. The world around turned cold, frozen even. I was shaking. Every corner of my body felt as if a shock ran through my veins, bringing me closer to passing out rather than calming down my throbbing mind. Suddenly, I grimaced at the pain that spread across my arm. Looking down at my aching hand, which had a bit of fresh blood on it, I opened my mouth unknowingly, trying to process what just happened, and then turned my gaze to the floor. "What..." I mumbled with my mouth agape. On it lay a tall man, almost a head taller than me, dressed in a long white coat and a dark sweater that made him look like a person from the higher part of society. What made me even more frightened, however, was the fact that the man was built like a giant bear, with a small beard over his face and a muscular build I had just noticed. The figure on the floor didn't move in the slightest. I looked again at my fist, where a couple of drops of blood were smeared across my knuckles, clearly thanks to landing straight on the man's nose. "What have I done?!" My voice came out loud and clear, scaring even myself as I anxiously hid back inside the empty room and peeked my head out, looking around the corridor. Noticing that no one else seemed to be in here, I breathed a sigh of relief and focused back on the limp man, who still showed no signs of waking up any time soon. Okay! Okay! Wait! Clasp! My cheeks started to sting as they became red, clearing my head ever so slightly. Come on, Valentine, I know you've never been the type of guy to overthink, but... I looked at the body again, wincing. Huu~ Taking a deep breath, I wrapped the blanket over myself even tighter, trying to make something akin to a robe I'd seen in Greek history books back in middle school. Thankfully, the seemingly small blanket was surprisingly long, being more than enough to hide my private parts and even keep me warm. The problem with clothing was still unresolved, but that should suffice. Now... Swallowing, I crouched down next to the burly man, feeling his breath brush past my nose and shudder. It smelled like liquor. Urk! The stench infiltrated my nostrils, making my throat close up and gag involuntarily. Even eating from a trash can would be more hygienic than this. "Cough! Cough! Ah! Fu-Dammit! I wasn't prepared for this!" Holding onto my mouth, I backed away from him, only focusing on his weakly moving chest and blood that flowed down his cheek from his nostrils, already turning dry with a paler shade. He's fine! This gigantic body of his should be as strong as a bear anyway. I've only seen these kinds of people on TV, or even more rarely on social media, where the Olympics were held with tall muscle freaks waltzing around. This, however, was a real thing! Something not in a tiny glass screen but on the hard wooden floor, lying unconscious after my amazing punch! I knew it, something is definitely wrong with that door. But I couldn't care less about this house; what mattered the most was getting a general idea of where I'm currently at, escaping from this place as fast as possible, and finding the closest police station. Now that I knew what this guy looked like, there's going to be no problem finding him again. Even if he tried to resist, with his almost nonexistent durability, there would be nothing he could do. I'll make sure you get what you deserve for kidnapping innocent people like me, creep. As I was still merely a college student, I was young and healthy. A perfect catch to sell for organs thanks to my healthy lifestyle. Coincidentally, I couldn't fall ill until I had to take a dip in the snow... quite literally . The last time I fell ill was probably back in kindergarten, where my memory was starting to turn foggy. Is that why he hid me in