"Wait, you Mother Fuck**! Take this pin from me!" Dua yelled out of the tower, hoping that the man will hear him.
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Flinging the pin with great force, Dua realized too late as he watched it bisect the man in the distance; he miscalculated his strength!
The grossy scene was crystal clear from a far, and Dua tremblingly cover his mouth with his hands in surprise before he lost his consciousness.
When Dua awaken, he realized that he was sorrounded with winged women creature, their beauties were intoxicating, thier touch can make you forget your identity.
And Dua lived happily ever after, until one day his father returns home.
When his father found out that Dua was out livin his life after forgetting his identity, being the a**hole father that he is, wanted to ruin his happiness by taking him back to the tower.
As Dua was being taken away by his father a secretive stalker suddenly appears, demanding for Dua to be given to her.
Because he claims that he is the original father and he went to army 7 years agao
There was only one problem, the man claiming to be his real father was in fact a woman; the swell of breasts and the fake beard made of straw and mud couldn't be more obvious!
Confused??
As Dua was confused by the situation, he ran to a dangerous forest, albeit not knowing it WAS dangerous to search for himself, his true identity, and who is his father (is dua a woman?)
In the forest Dua stopped suddenly, the voices of his "father" and his other "father" fading and moving away, a shinning glint on the floor caught his eye.
This glint expanded into a portal, and then a hand reached out of it to pull Dua inside of the same tower he was locked within, and he looked up to see the same man he had bisected many years ago smiling at him.
With a darkly beatific smile upon his face and eyes so deep and black that one could not help thinking of an endless abyss the once bisected man said, "So my friend. We meet... Again."
Dua looks around him in hesitation for a way out, but only found a silver box at the far right hand corner.
And then Dua began to notice a trail of blood leading from the box. Dua's gaze followed the path of the dark blood and it ended right where that man stood and smiled gently at Dua.
But then Dua suddenly stopped on his tracks while thinking to himself, "Wait a minute! I bisected this guy before because he stole my faking chicken wing back then! Why must I run now!?"
Dua turned to face the bloodied figure, an unusually sharp twig in hand as a weapon.
Suddenly, Dua realized that the thing with the chicken wing never happened, and this must all be a weird dream.