CONNECT: Rise Of The Undead King

The smile plastered across Kante's face failed to fade, even for a moment. After putting the pieces together, Kante couldn't help but smile brightly.

"Wait, let me get this right. This man works for a group of organ traffickers, and they got a Connect by mere chance, who luckily slipped away from their hands. But they managed to get one of his eyes.

Then, I fatefully came to this man for help on that same day after he returned home, and he did a little experiment on me by transplanting the Connect's eye into me."

He smiled.

"How interesting."

"If my research is right, these Connect people are likely to be immortals, as their body does not die."

The smile on his face widened.

"Does that also make me half immortal? Cause I practically have one of his eyes."

Kante laughed, his laughter eerily chilling, echoing through the lab.

He didn't even know what to think at the moment. Remembering his own condition, several scenarios ran through his head. Eventually, he sighed and stood up.

"Well, it would only be nice if we play a little game,"

he said as he got up and walked into the library, sitting at a circular study table.

A few minutes later, Kante brought out his phone and started playing the song by Lonely Guitar Man, with a book in front of him.

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Uche slowly raised his head as the pain receded, turning into a distinct vision.

"Hey, hey."

He heard the worried voice of Mira calling out to him.

"Are you okay, is something wrong?"

He slowly raised his hand, signaling for her to calm down.

In the vision, Uche saw a finger flipping the pages of an empty book. It flipped through before stopping at the last page, where a pencil illustration of a young man was perfectly sketched.

The man had curly black hair, an oval-shaped face, and round eyes. It was perfectly replicated on the book.

...It was Uche.

'What is this bastard planning?'

he thought.

A pencil hovered above the illustration for a couple minutes before landing beside it, writing a few words:

*Connect, is it?*

The words were written beside the illustration, with a smirking emoji perfectly drawn at the end.

Uche jerked his head back as his heart sank, making Mira stand and run up to him after seeing his strange behavior.

'How did he find out?'

His heart raced. The notorious serial killer had found out what he really was—but how?

He wondered.

The pencil came down again, now writing another line under the first one:

*Wondering how I found out?*

"This bastard is toying with me!!!"

He screamed so loudly that Mira had to take a step back.

'Is something wrong with him?'

she thought.

*Don't worry, no one else knows about you. Your people have done well erasing every trace left behind.*

More words appeared under the second line.

'He's with them, he's surely with those organ traffickers.'

Uche hadn't thought about it before, but now it hit him. If Snowflake wasn't part of those people, how else would he have his eye?

'Should I just report to the cops and raid their base? ...No, wrong idea.'

Remembering that he was already a suspect in a murder case, he shook off the thought.

New words appeared below the previous ones:

*How about we play a little game, buddy.*

And then the vision ended.

"That bastard,"

Uche muttered, adrenaline running down his spine.

"What happened, is something wrong?"

Mira asked, staring at him strangely.

"That bastard, Snowflake, he already knows I'm a Connect, and he knows that I can see through his eyes,"

Uche explained, staring blankly into the air.

Mira sighed, walked back to her seat, and said,

"Well, I wouldn't be surprised if he found out you can see through his eyes. I mean, you already made a wrong move earlier. You shouldn't have gone after him recklessly."

Knowing he had indeed made a wrong move, Uche didn't say anything. He continued staring into the air, thinking of what the bastard's next move would be.

"So what does he want?"

Mira asked, noticing Uche's silence.

"He talks about playing a little game... what is that supposed to mean?"

Uche replied with a deep frown.

"Well, he'll definitely get back to you to relay another message. Whatever it is he wants, we won't let him off this time,"

Mira declared.

And with that, their conversation ended.

It was already night, so Mira had decided to stay in Uche's house. It wasn't as if she couldn't leave at night—after all, vampires are known to be night demons—but for whatever reason, she decided to stay.

Still wary of her and not fully trusting her, Uche tried his best to persuade her to leave and meet up tomorrow, but she kept saying she couldn't leave at night, adding that she'd be there to protect him if anything happened.

Because of this, Uche barely got any sleep. He would leave his room and move to the dining room, doing a night patrol while stylishly keeping an eye on her in the living room, where she had decided to sleep.

To his surprise, nothing really happened. She didn't pull any tricks and just slept peacefully. Uche was even greeted with a bright and unfamiliar good-morning smile.

"Morning, Mr. Uche,"

Mira said with a bright smile on her face.

Uche, with his gummy eye, yawned.

"Morning, Miss Mira."

Then he shrugged and sat on the chair.

"Now, can you leave so I can have a good sleep?"

Uche demanded.

"Hey, that's not nice. I'm already leaving,"

Mira said as she turned around and started walking off.

"Hey, what about this? Aren't you going to take your dress?"

Uche asked, noticing Mira's dress still draped over his chair. She only had her hat with her and the dress he had lent her.

"You can start wearing them—I dash you,"

she smiled and left the room.