Chapter 6

-An Hour Later-

Leo appeared behind Remon the usual way through his foggy portal.

“Ooh, what are you doing?” he asked, walking toward her as she sat in front of her laptop.

Remon didn’t answer, letting him look for himself. Leo peeked at the screen and then plopped down beside her. After a while, Remon gave in to her growing frustration and decided to take a break. Leo noticed and smiled brightly.

She walked to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water. Leo followed closely behind.

“Let’s go to the White World again!” he offered eagerly.

Remon finished her drink and looked at him. She gave a slight nod in response. That was all Leo needed, he grinned widely and pulled her through a portal.

Just like before, the creature that was supposedly meant to be their clock person was still there. Now they sat like an abandoned doll resting in the corner of a bed. The twins immediately approached them, exchanging glances before crouching down.

“How should we train them this time?” Remon asked.

“Hmm… I’m not sure.”

“Don’t you have a guidebook or something? Come on, you promised me an amazing experience.”

“Hey, I know okay? I just… forgot. Wait here, I’ll be back.”

Leo stood up and opened a portal.

“Wait, where—”

Before Remon could finish her sentence, he had already vanished.

Now alone in the White Space, it was just her and the creature. Silence surrounded them, and the stillness of the place made the air heavy.

Remon sighed, her eyes landing on the creature. The way they just sat motionless made her skin crawl. Then, slowly, the creature turned to look at her. Their body didn’t move, only their head and their eyes were blank, expressionless. The longer they stared, the more unnerved Remon felt. She wanted to leave, but couldn’t open a portal without Leo. She was stuck.

“…Hi,” she said, trying hard to keep calm. But she couldn’t hide the panic in her voice.

The creature continued to stare. Then, they stood up.

Remon instinctively stepped back.

The creature stared without blinking. She felt her chest tighten.

Then, they opened their mouth. The sound that came out was like a sigh—lazy, effortless but something audible. And then…

“H...hi,” the creature said.

Remon’s eyes widened in surprise and fear. She tried to stay calm, to focus on anything other than the unease growing in her stomach.

“Can you… understand me?” she asked cautiously.

The creature blinked slowly, but said nothing.

Her shoulders slumped. Maybe that first response had just been a coincidence.

Just then, a foggy portal appeared, and Leo stepped out.

“Okay! I know what to do,” he declared as he emerged.

He paused when he saw the creature now standing up.

“Oh?”

“Um… this thing was saying hi to me,” Remon said, stepping back with a breath of relief.

“Oh? That’s great! So, they can understand us?”

“Eh, I don’t think so…”

“Well, I just learned that training them is actually pretty easy!”

“Huh? How? Also, where were you just now?”

“Yeah, turns out we just need to command them. Since we’re their ‘twins,’ we can tell them what to do!”

“Okay… but where did you—”

“Let’s try it now!”

“You’re not answering my questi—”

“Shhh, the quicker the better! We need to meet your dead friend ASAP!”

“Fine. How do I—”

“I command you to say ‘Leo is the most handsome and coolest person ever!’”

The creature stared at Leo with their empty eyes, paused for a few seconds, and then said in the flattest voice imaginable, “Leo is the most handsome and coolest person ever.”

Remon was stunned. Her jaw dropped as she stared at the creature in disbelief.

“HAHA! See? Easy, duh! So? How’s my guiding experience, huh? Huh?” Leo smirked, arms crossed proudly.

“What the hell… Sure. Let me try then.”

Remon stepped closer.

“Say ‘Hello.’”

The creature didn’t move, not even a blink.

“Wrong!! You have to say ‘I command’ in your first sentence!” Leo explained.

Hearing that, the creature looked at Leo and tilted their head, clearly waiting for a real command. They didn’t move, as Leo hadn’t given them one.

“Ah, okay. I command you to say ‘Hello.’”

The creature turned their gaze toward Remon and opened their mouth.

“Hello.”

Remon’s eyes widened. She couldn’t believe it worked that easily. Leo laughed arrogantly, hands on his hips, being proud seeing her reaction.

-Few Hours Later-

Remon back to her room, when she’s about to sit back at her desk, she looked at Rein’s storybook. She decided to read it.

Once upon a time, there was a boy who possessed something unique, something not everyone had.
Because of that uniqueness, the boy was treated differently. People avoided him, whispered behind his back, or acted kind while hiding cruel thoughts.

But one day, the boy realized a painful truth:
No one was ever truly happy for him.
Everyone lied.
Everyone hated those who were different, especially if the uniqueness wasn’t theirs.

He was attacked.
Harassed.
Threatened.

What once felt like a blessing slowly turned into a curse.

Yet, the boy couldn’t fight back.
He was too weak.
Far too weak.

He nearly gave up on himself.
But then… something clicked.

He realized he had power.

The power to twist fate in his favor.
The power to change the world.
So that everyone could finally understand—
How cruel it is to stand out.
How painful it is to carry a gift that others only envy.

So the boy took action.

He used his power to reshape the world.
He made everyone adopt his way of thinking.
To drive the point further, he created perfect clones of people—clones who shared his mindset.

Now, everyone was unique.
But also… no one was.

And with that, the boy finally gained what he never had before.
It was Respect.

Only then did the world truly understand him.

The End.

“…What in the world?” Remon murmured.

“I don’t remember the story going this way… Wow.”

She stared at the page, unsettled.

“I think it doesn't go this way the last time I read it."

Her eyes narrowed as she flipped back and reread the chapter again and again.

"This is weird. Did something happen that made the story take this turn? This also feels… unfinished. And doesn’t make much sense…”

After flipping through the book a few more times, Remon noticed something odd—tucked between the pages was a page that didn’t seem to belong to the story at all. It wasn’t formatted like the others. No chapter title. No narrative structure. Just journal-like entries, written in a familiar hand.

“Today, I met her again. It was great, it felt nice. I hope I can meet her again tomorrow.”

“Today, I met her again, we talked a lot.”

“This day, again, is such a great day. She’s an amazing person.”

“Today was great. We talked about hobbies. I just realized I’ve been stopping writing since meeting her. I should write again sometime.”

“Update. I don’t see a point in writing again. I met her. Someone who understands. She’s finally here. I just wrote out of longing to be understood, but now… I don’t think I need to continue.”

“We’re dating. I’m so happy. I never want to let her go. She’s my everything.”

“We’re about to have our first date! I’m so hyped, I can’t sleep. I’m so impatient.”

Remon stared at the page, unmoving. This wasn’t part of the story. These were his thoughts—genuine, raw, and unfiltered. Her fingers tightened slightly around the edges of the paper. Then, an idea began forming in her mind