AUGUST 31, 2020 06:15 AM
"SEJUN NASEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
The young man shrieked loudly upon checking his phone. He was bombarded by the messages of women that he doesn't know. He opened the messages one-by-one but couldn't finish doing so as the texts disgusted him.
The guy couldn't help but clench his jaw in anger, but he suddenly felt pain while doing so. He glanced at the mirror on the side table, only to found out the bruises and wounds on his face.
The ringing of the doorbell interrupted his browsing, followed by a voice of an old man.
"Sir Paulo, are you alright? We heard your scream. Do you need anything?"
Paulo Nase, the guy who was baffled, just heaved a sigh to calm himself.
"Come in, Dante."
Iniluwa ng pinto ng kwarto ni Paulo ang isang lalaking nasa limapung anyos pataas.
Yes, Paulo's bedroom has a doorbell. He doesn't like people knocking on the door as it terrifies him the most.
"Good morning, Sir Paulo. The breakfast is ready."
But Paulo only responded at him by tossing his phone towards Dante's direction.
"Have you seen this mess? Sejun was on fire again, ah? Are you doing your job right?!" Paulo furiously asked.
"Sir Paulo...please, let me explain." Dante pleaded, and Paulo just nod.
"What happened that time was..." Dante started telling the story.
AUGUST 30, 2020 08:38 AM
"Nothing really comes out when it's just a regular day."
Paulo decided to stroll around the city to get some inspiration for his next project at Nase Corporation. He stopped by the mall, the museum, the amusement park, and other tourist spots around the area.
As much as his servants liked to follow him, it was Paulo's choice to roam alone as he doesn't want to be distracted by their presence. It may also catch attention if he is surrounded by men in suits.
Wearing glasses and simple jeans and pants, Paulo blends himself into the crowd for almost 2 hours. He decided to take a break by loitering at a café nearby.
After half an hour, just as when he was about to leave after finishing his coffee, he felt something uncomfortable.
"Ugh...mago-gong na ko."
Inside the comfort room, while he was peeing, someone knocked on the door and said...
"Tao po..."
A sharp pain suddenly strikes his head. He knew at that moment that he is about to come out again.
"Fuck...no! Stop!" Paulo screamed inside his mind.
The pain became more unbearable until Paulo lost his consciousness.
"GROSS!!!"
The man's eyes were glaring upon witnessing the place where he is currently in.
"That fucking disgusting Paulo! Does he really have to summon me here?!"
The man immediately cleaned himself and kicked the door open, drawing the attention to him.
"Anong tinitingin-tingin niyo?!"
The men inside the comfort room instantly shifted their glance away from him. Meanwhile, the arrogant man stared at himself in the mirror.
His vision became distorted as his reflection began to talk.
"Sejun! Stop it! Please don't get into trouble."
Sejun, who is Paulo's alter, just responded with a smirk.
"In your dreams, Paulo. Sleep tight."
In front of the men around, the guy must have gone insane, talking to his reflection in the comfort room's mirror.
But in the eyes and consciousness of a person with dissociative identity disorder, this is just the tip of the iceberg.