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Epilogue

"Finally, at least we went somewhere." Emily said with a surprisingly happy voice. Well, on this trip she dressed in non-standard clothes for herself: a mint light sweater, sky-colored leggings, her hair was tied in a braid, and instead of rectangular glasses she was wearing round ones. And a small shoulder bag. Although small bags under her eyes were noticeable, but these are trifles.

"We have to admit. We haven't had a rest for a long time." Andrew agreed with a small smile, he was wearing a blue sweater with slightly gray-blue pants.

"The last time we rested like this was when we graduated from the academy and university. We had to beg for this vacation for a long time. Seriously, it's like the high-up don't want us to rest much." Mike said, of course there was a small complaint at the end, but that's his style. The man himself was wearing a slightly dark red T-shirt with dark pants.

"Are you two sure that two weeks will be enough for you?" Periwinkle asked her friends uncertainly.

"Ems, for us it's like a holiday."

"Yeah, don't worry about it, We'll have a quiet rest. And we decided to stay in this town for a while anyway... Brooms town, that's what it's called, right?"

"Yeah, that's right. Okay, let's decide what to buy for now. It would be awkward to come to visit empty-handed."

"Heh, you're Emily as always. Okay, there should be a supermarket nearby. Let's see what we can buy there."

After this short dialogue, the three adults found the Broomstown supermarket. Well, it was a little bigger inside than they thought. But the search must begin.

"Well, where do we start?" Andrew asked.

"I was wondering if we could find a place to buy cake and juice? You know, like just sweet treats or something."

"I think we can, like the board with the map says we need to go to the second floor." Mike pointed to the board as he said this, the two adults noticed the map and saw exactly what the middle adult said. The three of them went up the escalator and went up to the second floor and sure enough, there was a bit more variety to buy. The three of them started looking for what they needed. They found the juice in about 5 minutes. Now the question was, what kind of juice to buy.

"Well, I suggest apple juice. It almost always works."

"Mike, what if one of them is allergic to apples?"

"Um... allergic to apples??" Mike asked, Emily was also a little surprised by this.

"Well, yeah. I read about a person who had this allergy."

"Then... maybe we should get another juice with the apple one? To give it some variety?"

"Since Andrew mentioned this allergic, why shouldn't he choose?" Mike said with a slightly playful tone in his voice. Andrew sighed slightly, but more in resignation than in fatigue.

"Then let's get some orange juice too."

After agreeing on the juice, they decided to go get some cake. To their surprise, there was an unusual chocolate cake with blueberries and several boxes of orange cookies.

"Maybe we should get some cookies then?" Emily suggested, the two men nodded at this, although they understood approximately why their friend suggested it. But it was too early to speculate. When they went back down to the first floor and were about to leave, something caught the attention of the older adult.

"Wait for me for a bit." Andrew said and walked towards one of the shops, which surprised the other two adults. But they still decided to wait.

"By the way, Ems, have you thought about how they will react to you? I mean, this will be the third time they see you. And I don't think they will remember you so easily. After all, they probably remember you more as a woman with a cold look and no purpose in life."

"I understand, but..." Emily thought before continuing. "I just don't want to come to them in my work clothes or those colors of clothes that would say "look at me, what a cold woman, be afraid of me" or something like that. And about my eyes... I just hope not to use that look again... at least not on vacation."

"I can understand. Andrew and I are a little tired of this process too. But those idiots from our police station don't want to take responsibility for what happened that night. And because of that, it's even harder to keep an eye on life."

"Mike -" Emily didn't have time to say something to her friend, as the older adult caught up with the guys with a small plastic box.

"Um, Andrew? What do you have?"

"Well, I saw an ad in one store. They were selling handicraft kits, more precisely for making bracelets or similar jewelry in our case." Hortensia said a little hesitantly.

"Um... Andrew, what if they have a similar box?"

"It will be as an addition. And especially since there are unusual things here that might not be there, for example: stars, several painted flowers, letters of different colors and diamonds, what do you think?"

"Well, if you think so..." Emily said with a small smile. Mike smiled too, more accepting of his friend's habit. And then something dawned on Mike:

"By the way, if there is a chance that they won't recognize Emily, then what are we going to do?"

"We'll have to tell them how we know them, and it's because of Andras's case."

"But it's better to be careful with something like that, Emily. We shouldn't disturb their painful memories."

"That's true. Then, we should go to them when it's lunchtime, right?"

"Yeah, let's take a walk then, and at the same time find out the way to their station." Andrew suggested and the others agreed. They left the supermarket and started walking until they reached the point they needed.

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"I don't think I'll be able to watch you any longer anytime soon, I have... reasons for that. And you yourself need time to think." Hiro said with a slightly weakened tone. After a moment, he chuckled, it wasn't caustic towards the man's attitude. But rather, as if realizing something.

"I don't know if you'll be proud of this, but you're the first one who told me to my face about my sense of justice. And some idiots couldn't do that." Hiro started planning how to leave Andras' dream, and soon came to one solution:

"You will forget me in this dream, as well as most of the dream, but the story I told you and also our dialogue about your release will be saved in your memory. As well as the following message..." The fog and snowstorm rose, extinguishing the fire that Hiro created, through which the following could be clearly heard:

"Saving a drowning man is the drowning man's business. Choose whether you will save yourself, finally turning the page to a better future, or continue to drown in the darkness and break life even more."

The fog completely removed Hiro, as well as the place where he was with Andras.

[The end of RP]

This dream was cold, cold as ice. It even seemed much colder than ice. You can compare it to the Arctic, but this place was colder than the Arctic. It was lonely, until a certain time...

"Wow, what an "icy" welcome. You clearly put some effort into it." Suddenly, a silhouette with a male voice approached you: his skin was pure white, like an albino. Rather, the color resembled pure snow. Gray hair, the right eye, no, the right half of the face and neck were covered by bangs, and the rest of the hair was long, except for the left front part. But surprisingly, the clothes were dark shades of blue and red. A brown cloak, like superheroes from children's cartoons or books, on the right hand a bright red glove. The shoes were even above the knees, surprisingly dark gray and light red-pink fasteners on the shoes. There was a smile on his face, and the left eye was temporarily closed. The height was surprisingly not small (It reached Roy's elbow, maybe even a little higher than the elbow, but not Roy's full height.)

"You surprise me....Under such conditions, and at such an age, to hold on to your strength in such cold....you are not afraid of the cold to such an extent that you are ready to freeze to death, right? I mean, no one can live long in such cold, can they?"

After these words, the silhouette opened its left eye: a gray iris, slightly darker than the hair and a black four-pointed star as a pupil, in the iris itself there was no hint of shine, but there was no darkening either. The silhouette's eye was open as if it was mocking you, although the smile did not show it. It was like a smile of curiosity, but the eye did not show curiosity. They began to wait for your answer.

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A cold cell he laid in, months after his arrest. Not one of a comfortable one in the matter of facts, a retired teacher laid in a scruffy bed. Dreams were not easy to catch on, as his rest was rather limited.

But, alas, the blackhole finds himself in an place like the arctic, freezing against his skin. Andras huffs out an air of frost, crossing his arms for warmth.

The hell..?

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Despite the change in emotion on the man's face, Hiro only made a slight sound similar to "Hm", quite quietly. Nothing more.. He regarded it as a small progress in changing Andras's face. He remained calm. And his voice was just as calm:

"Have you ever heard the statement: "Saving a drowning man is the drowning man's business."? I simply offered you options on how to change yourself. But everything depends on you. Whether you will listen to me or just throw my words out of your head, this is your decision. I will not pressure you with this. But you can see that you realize the scale of your actions..." Hiro stopped here, he did not like to talk about one thing, just to someone, who even if he forgot about it. But, let it be as a lesson for the man. Hiro began to build a story out of ice, like a play:

"You know... Your memories about the power that you had... reminded me of something." Hiro started talking and built two small silhouettes with one big one. "I had a person who was related to me by blood. But..that person was rude to me... I admit, at first I was a weakling who couldn't respond to their insults. Then over time I stopped paying attention to it, and I prioritized training in order to forget about that person, at least for a moment. Our teacher explained why powers like the one you saw are needed, you know, for protection. And that person... developed a perverted sense of this power. They believed that everyone should worship them only because of this power, and if pepole disobeyed...then they would simply finish off the dissenter. Even if the one who disagreed was right...they would not admit it. Roughly speaking, to become a dictator who will believe that only they are right and anyone who disagrees with them must be destroyed....." Hiro played with ice and built silhouettes simultaneously along the interval he was talking about. His eyes hinted at his dislike for that person. He continued to build and tell:

"One day, when that person tried to get to me...they tried to mortally wound me when I honestly pointed out their shortcomings. But the teacher stood up for me, which made him go blind. That person was sent to prison, and my teacher suffered. Although he tried not to show it, it didn't work out well...If he were here, he clearly wouldn't be proud of one of my actions..."

Hiro turned to Andras with a serious face. Hinting at a serious revelation:

"You said that we are the same in how to put others in their place...I might be worse than you here, who knows. But I still regret some things, even if it was necessary in my case. Otherwise, it would have led to chaos...That person wanted to try to escape, but I was warned in time, so I went to that person...And I had to end their lives." After those words, Hiro symbolically destroyed the ice figurine that he associated with the person he was talking about, his tone of voice remained calm despite the destruction of the figurine. "If you think that you should leave everything as it is now, then leave it. Consider it as a story of a "madman", if your heart desires. But think about it, because something like this can happen to you too, but as I said before, it all depends on you. Whether you become a better version of yourself or continue to fall into this pit, it is your choice."

This dream was cold, cold as ice. It even seemed much colder than ice. You can compare it to the Arctic, but this place was colder than the Arctic. It was lonely, until a certain time...

"Wow, what an "icy" welcome. You clearly put some effort into it." Suddenly, a silhouette with a male voice approached you: his skin was pure white, like an albino. Rather, the color resembled pure snow. Gray hair, the right eye, no, the right half of the face and neck were covered by bangs, and the rest of the hair was long, except for the left front part. But surprisingly, the clothes were dark shades of blue and red. A brown cloak, like superheroes from children's cartoons or books, on the right hand a bright red glove. The shoes were even above the knees, surprisingly dark gray and light red-pink fasteners on the shoes. There was a smile on his face, and the left eye was temporarily closed. The height was surprisingly not small (It reached Roy's elbow, maybe even a little higher than the elbow, but not Roy's full height.)

"You surprise me....Under such conditions, and at such an age, to hold on to your strength in such cold....you are not afraid of the cold to such an extent that you are ready to freeze to death, right? I mean, no one can live long in such cold, can they?"

After these words, the silhouette opened its left eye: a gray iris, slightly darker than the hair and a black four-pointed star as a pupil, in the iris itself there was no hint of shine, but there was no darkening either. The silhouette's eye was open as if it was mocking you, although the smile did not show it. It was like a smile of curiosity, but the eye did not show curiosity. They began to wait for your answer.

(If anything, note this account: @annrps It will be me, just on a different account.)

A cold cell he laid in, months after his arrest. Not one of a comfortable one in the matter of facts, a retired teacher laid in a scruffy bed. Dreams were not easy to catch on, as his rest was rather limited.

But, alas, the blackhole finds himself in an place like the arctic, freezing against his skin. Andras huffs out an air of frost, crossing his arms for warmth.

The hell..?

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Hiro noticed the tone in the man's voice. He seemed to be at his limit. It seemed like this was too much for him. Hiro didn't move from his spot, but crossed his arms over his shoulders.

"Looking through your memories and as you put it, "watch over you" are not exactly the same thing. After all, for the place I came from, you are... not real. And I don't mean that you just didn't come. Or that no one haven't heard news about you. Consider this place, it's like your home, only you are not in the history of any people."

Surprisingly, there was no mockery in the silhouette's voice. He began to play with the ice again with all his might. Of course, he knows the answer to some questions, and he is unlikely to make Andras' position change. But at least there will be something before he wakes up:

"You might call me a naive idiot now, but what will you do after you are released from prison? Will you continue to live with the same position as now? If I were you, I would try to at least change something in my life. For example, not to be too cold, i mean, to maintain a certain strictness. But to be a little softer with people. Although, something tells me that you are not happy with this, right?"

This dream was cold, cold as ice. It even seemed much colder than ice. You can compare it to the Arctic, but this place was colder than the Arctic. It was lonely, until a certain time...

"Wow, what an "icy" welcome. You clearly put some effort into it." Suddenly, a silhouette with a male voice approached you: his skin was pure white, like an albino. Rather, the color resembled pure snow. Gray hair, the right eye, no, the right half of the face and neck were covered by bangs, and the rest of the hair was long, except for the left front part. But surprisingly, the clothes were dark shades of blue and red. A brown cloak, like superheroes from children's cartoons or books, on the right hand a bright red glove. The shoes were even above the knees, surprisingly dark gray and light red-pink fasteners on the shoes. There was a smile on his face, and the left eye was temporarily closed. The height was surprisingly not small (It reached Roy's elbow, maybe even a little higher than the elbow, but not Roy's full height.)

"You surprise me....Under such conditions, and at such an age, to hold on to your strength in such cold....you are not afraid of the cold to such an extent that you are ready to freeze to death, right? I mean, no one can live long in such cold, can they?"

After these words, the silhouette opened its left eye: a gray iris, slightly darker than the hair and a black four-pointed star as a pupil, in the iris itself there was no hint of shine, but there was no darkening either. The silhouette's eye was open as if it was mocking you, although the smile did not show it. It was like a smile of curiosity, but the eye did not show curiosity. They began to wait for your answer.

(If anything, note this account: @annrps It will be me, just on a different account.)

A cold cell he laid in, months after his arrest. Not one of a comfortable one in the matter of facts, a retired teacher laid in a scruffy bed. Dreams were not easy to catch on, as his rest was rather limited.

But, alas, the blackhole finds himself in an place like the arctic, freezing against his skin. Andras huffs out an air of frost, crossing his arms for warmth.

The hell..?

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Hiro? was a little surprised by the man's behavior. But he still decided to show mercy and removed the figure that took the form of Cheryl. The right part of the hair fell down, thereby covering it. The color of the iris returned to gray, and the pupil in the form of a star returned.

"Then let me ask another question, in your memories I often saw your father, and your mother seemed to not be a part of your life. You had her before, but she just left you or did your father tell you that she was ... "a woman of easy virtue"? Or did he even punish you if you asked about her?" Hiro's voice became low. As it was before he asked a question about the similarities. In this question, there was no mockery, but rather ... bewilderment. This confused him a little and did not give him peace.

This dream was cold, cold as ice. It even seemed much colder than ice. You can compare it to the Arctic, but this place was colder than the Arctic. It was lonely, until a certain time...

"Wow, what an "icy" welcome. You clearly put some effort into it." Suddenly, a silhouette with a male voice approached you: his skin was pure white, like an albino. Rather, the color resembled pure snow. Gray hair, the right eye, no, the right half of the face and neck were covered by bangs, and the rest of the hair was long, except for the left front part. But surprisingly, the clothes were dark shades of blue and red. A brown cloak, like superheroes from children's cartoons or books, on the right hand a bright red glove. The shoes were even above the knees, surprisingly dark gray and light red-pink fasteners on the shoes. There was a smile on his face, and the left eye was temporarily closed. The height was surprisingly not small (It reached Roy's elbow, maybe even a little higher than the elbow, but not Roy's full height.)

"You surprise me....Under such conditions, and at such an age, to hold on to your strength in such cold....you are not afraid of the cold to such an extent that you are ready to freeze to death, right? I mean, no one can live long in such cold, can they?"

After these words, the silhouette opened its left eye: a gray iris, slightly darker than the hair and a black four-pointed star as a pupil, in the iris itself there was no hint of shine, but there was no darkening either. The silhouette's eye was open as if it was mocking you, although the smile did not show it. It was like a smile of curiosity, but the eye did not show curiosity. They began to wait for your answer.

(If anything, note this account: @annrps It will be me, just on a different account.)

A cold cell he laid in, months after his arrest. Not one of a comfortable one in the matter of facts, a retired teacher laid in a scruffy bed. Dreams were not easy to catch on, as his rest was rather limited.

But, alas, the blackhole finds himself in an place like the arctic, freezing against his skin. Andras huffs out an air of frost, crossing his arms for warmth.

The hell..?

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Hiro? blinked a few times, as if looking at a dumb creature. It was as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Wow, are you serious right now? Allright, let me chew this for you, like I'm making porridge for a little kid." The silhouette said, he took his hand away from Cheryl's face, but not from her right hand, helping her stand up. She stood up and held Hiro tightly?:

"Let me remind you: You said that the boy and you have a lot in common. And here's one thing: YOU tried to finish off the one you called a "bug". The girl with blonde hair. And what happened in the end? HE stood in your way, not allowing death to take her, but sacrificing himself, although he survived, but was still close. I asked you a question in context, like: Would you sacrifice yourself for your wife, or just let her die. And sincerely. But no! You decided that I'm an idiot who does not understand what I'm talking about and asking a stupid question." The silhouette clarified, and after these words, Cheryl approached Hiro?, as if looking for comfort and warmth. It was still cold, although for the creature that took the form of Cheryl, the cold is not harmful, but it decided to play along. Hiro? just put his palm again, as if warming it, a small fire as if in his hand, warming the skin of a person.

"And also, she really looks like that, idiot. If I wanted to invent what state she is in now, oh believe me, I would have come up with a much harsher tactic. And I was serious when I said that she almost committed suicide." Hiro?'s face became serious when he said this. And here the situation began to heat up a little, since Andras's tone towards Hiro?, who was comforting Cheryl, interested the silhouette:

"By the way, does it make you angry that I touch her? I'm not one of those who take other people's wives, but seriously, is she your property or something?" The one who once dreamed of justice... not only did he become a potential killer, but also an owner? Wow, what a cliche~" Hiro said with a smile in his voice. Cheryl simply leaned her face towards the silhouette's palm, as if warming herself there. Perhaps it was only to anger the man, but the real Cheryl was really suffering. The silhouette made it clear. So through the warmth, but he could somehow calm the woman down.

This dream was cold, cold as ice. It even seemed much colder than ice. You can compare it to the Arctic, but this place was colder than the Arctic. It was lonely, until a certain time...

"Wow, what an "icy" welcome. You clearly put some effort into it." Suddenly, a silhouette with a male voice approached you: his skin was pure white, like an albino. Rather, the color resembled pure snow. Gray hair, the right eye, no, the right half of the face and neck were covered by bangs, and the rest of the hair was long, except for the left front part. But surprisingly, the clothes were dark shades of blue and red. A brown cloak, like superheroes from children's cartoons or books, on the right hand a bright red glove. The shoes were even above the knees, surprisingly dark gray and light red-pink fasteners on the shoes. There was a smile on his face, and the left eye was temporarily closed. The height was surprisingly not small (It reached Roy's elbow, maybe even a little higher than the elbow, but not Roy's full height.)

"You surprise me....Under such conditions, and at such an age, to hold on to your strength in such cold....you are not afraid of the cold to such an extent that you are ready to freeze to death, right? I mean, no one can live long in such cold, can they?"

After these words, the silhouette opened its left eye: a gray iris, slightly darker than the hair and a black four-pointed star as a pupil, in the iris itself there was no hint of shine, but there was no darkening either. The silhouette's eye was open as if it was mocking you, although the smile did not show it. It was like a smile of curiosity, but the eye did not show curiosity. They began to wait for your answer.

(If anything, note this account: @annrps It will be me, just on a different account.)

A cold cell he laid in, months after his arrest. Not one of a comfortable one in the matter of facts, a retired teacher laid in a scruffy bed. Dreams were not easy to catch on, as his rest was rather limited.

But, alas, the blackhole finds himself in an place like the arctic, freezing against his skin. Andras huffs out an air of frost, crossing his arms for warmth.

The hell..?

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"Oh, that's true. You humans can't read memories, unlike Hiro. Which is good in a way, because everyone would be a god in the human world~." something said this with a little sympathy, but it seemed to be mocking. A black figure appeared next to him, glowing red, it resembled a middle-aged woman, approximately close to Andras' age. Hiro? began to approach the silhouette:

"The one you saved from being robbed. The one who fell in love with you ~ And the one who eventually became your wife. ~ I meant her." The silhouette said and the smile on its face changed to a sympathetic face. He took the black figure's hand and turned it to Andras' face, quite gently. The black silhouette had already acquired more developed features, the body began to resemble Cheryl, before Andras was arrested.

"Poor, innocent soul~ She suffered when she found out what you did~" Hiro? said and Cheryl's silhouette changed to a more demanding one, she sat on her knees, lowering her head. Hiro? began to carefully approach the woman.

"Hair, like a broken nest. A thin body, like a skeleton will jump out of her." The silhouette said this with sympathy and slight drama, as if in a play and visually carefully stroking the woman's hair at the same time carefully touching the woman's right hand with his left hand. As if he was trying to hold her back. She raised her head and showed her face and neck: a mark from a rope. Tired eyes, as if she had lost the meaning of life, bags under her eyes:

"She thought she had found a way out. She decided that the rope would help her fly to the sky, and she almost flew. But... you will call it a miracle, and she will call it a punishment that she survived. She lost what she lived for, and did not understand why she was still here. She found out what you tried to do and what you did. And she lost the sparkle in her eyes after the terrible confessions." After these words, Hiro? dropped to his right knee, he carefully took her face in his right palm, as if he was trying to console her and turned Cheryl's face towards himself.

"Poor soul, the kindest and sweetest in the world, suffered from this darkness. Death was near, and she wanted to escape from the cruel pain."

After this monologue, Hiro? turned to Andras with a sad look, but his sympathy was more for Cheryl than for Andras.

"Answer: would you let death take her or would you let yourself fall into the hands of death, but save this soul?"

This dream was cold, cold as ice. It even seemed much colder than ice. You can compare it to the Arctic, but this place was colder than the Arctic. It was lonely, until a certain time...

"Wow, what an "icy" welcome. You clearly put some effort into it." Suddenly, a silhouette with a male voice approached you: his skin was pure white, like an albino. Rather, the color resembled pure snow. Gray hair, the right eye, no, the right half of the face and neck were covered by bangs, and the rest of the hair was long, except for the left front part. But surprisingly, the clothes were dark shades of blue and red. A brown cloak, like superheroes from children's cartoons or books, on the right hand a bright red glove. The shoes were even above the knees, surprisingly dark gray and light red-pink fasteners on the shoes. There was a smile on his face, and the left eye was temporarily closed. The height was surprisingly not small (It reached Roy's elbow, maybe even a little higher than the elbow, but not Roy's full height.)

"You surprise me....Under such conditions, and at such an age, to hold on to your strength in such cold....you are not afraid of the cold to such an extent that you are ready to freeze to death, right? I mean, no one can live long in such cold, can they?"

After these words, the silhouette opened its left eye: a gray iris, slightly darker than the hair and a black four-pointed star as a pupil, in the iris itself there was no hint of shine, but there was no darkening either. The silhouette's eye was open as if it was mocking you, although the smile did not show it. It was like a smile of curiosity, but the eye did not show curiosity. They began to wait for your answer.

(If anything, note this account: @annrps It will be me, just on a different account.)

A cold cell he laid in, months after his arrest. Not one of a comfortable one in the matter of facts, a retired teacher laid in a scruffy bed. Dreams were not easy to catch on, as his rest was rather limited.

But, alas, the blackhole finds himself in an place like the arctic, freezing against his skin. Andras huffs out an air of frost, crossing his arms for warmth.

The hell..?

[annrps]

"As you wish... By "getting rid of them" I meant the following:" Hiro began, as if preparing to tell something that should be a secret:

"You see, for these abilities that I teach my students, they have to pay. But not with money, but their sleep. At night, a threat appears where I came from and my students fight them every night, until the end of their lives and while they can stand. I watch to know if they are okay or if they need help during the fight. And there is one "but", all this must be kept a secret, think for yourself: who will believe in this century that there are people who possess the powers of the elements, especially considering that there are few of them for one century? Not to mention the threat that my students and I are fighting. And here is the answer to your question: If I see that a student starts chatting about it left and right, and also say it in the context of saying: "look, I am a hero who fights with these horrors of darkness." Roughly speaking, pride grows, then such students are not worthy of such power, and so I erase from memory EVERYTHING that is connected with me, these powers and this threat, replacing it with, well, you know, strange dreams at night or strange visions during the day. And this student, consider, never had a unique life. And just an ordinary life with its problems..."  Hiro gave an answer, he did not mean literally "killing" the students, but simply removing some of the memories. The silhouette giggled again, closing his eye, but the laughter seemed... different? It was louder, as if it was a different voice. And this voice was from the silhouette...? The ball next to the silhouette grew a little larger, and a different smile appeared on his face:

"You said that you both have a lot in common, isn't that so?" asked a male, but louder voice and Hiro's hair on the right side rose: his face and neck were covered in blackness, his eye and mouth were red. When Hiro? opened his eye, it was no longer gray, but red, the same color as the right one. And the pupil became narrow, like cats. This someone continued, asking the question as if with curiosity:

"Then answer the question: would you jump to death, knowing that the one you saved in the past, could die because of some idiot?"

This dream was cold, cold as ice. It even seemed much colder than ice. You can compare it to the Arctic, but this place was colder than the Arctic. It was lonely, until a certain time...

"Wow, what an "icy" welcome. You clearly put some effort into it." Suddenly, a silhouette with a male voice approached you: his skin was pure white, like an albino. Rather, the color resembled pure snow. Gray hair, the right eye, no, the right half of the face and neck were covered by bangs, and the rest of the hair was long, except for the left front part. But surprisingly, the clothes were dark shades of blue and red. A brown cloak, like superheroes from children's cartoons or books, on the right hand a bright red glove. The shoes were even above the knees, surprisingly dark gray and light red-pink fasteners on the shoes. There was a smile on his face, and the left eye was temporarily closed. The height was surprisingly not small (It reached Roy's elbow, maybe even a little higher than the elbow, but not Roy's full height.)

"You surprise me....Under such conditions, and at such an age, to hold on to your strength in such cold....you are not afraid of the cold to such an extent that you are ready to freeze to death, right? I mean, no one can live long in such cold, can they?"

After these words, the silhouette opened its left eye: a gray iris, slightly darker than the hair and a black four-pointed star as a pupil, in the iris itself there was no hint of shine, but there was no darkening either. The silhouette's eye was open as if it was mocking you, although the smile did not show it. It was like a smile of curiosity, but the eye did not show curiosity. They began to wait for your answer.

(If anything, note this account: @annrps It will be me, just on a different account.)

A cold cell he laid in, months after his arrest. Not one of a comfortable one in the matter of facts, a retired teacher laid in a scruffy bed. Dreams were not easy to catch on, as his rest was rather limited.

But, alas, the blackhole finds himself in an place like the arctic, freezing against his skin. Andras huffs out an air of frost, crossing his arms for warmth.

The hell..?

[annrps]

The silhouette was a little taken aback when the man stood up and he heard a monologue from his side, maybe he really is afraid of losing control... or rather letting his madness lead the game, but Andras was wrong about something. And this made Hiro laugh, which caused a smile to appear on his face:

"Maybe, but you are wrong about one thing... I and those who were BEFORE me, begin to watch our students from the moment they received these abilities. You can consider it as stalking, but we have our own methods of how to do it at the same time. And if we see that the students are going astray... we "get rid" of them, and wait until a new student arrives... " After these words, a vine grew from under the ground, piercing the elbow of Andras's arm, which was holding Hiro. The snow turned scarlet from the man's blood. A small circle appeared next to the silhouette, it was not intended for combat. Rather, for the personal purposes of the silhouette. Surprisingly, Hiro's gaze darkened, and his smile changed to a mocking one:

"His memories were true... And how fortunate it was: you both practically had the same past, I mean your fathers, you both saved those who became part of the lives of both of you. And it's funny, did you really see HIM as a son for yourself? No, seriously. You really followed your dad's path, and wanted to ruin another child's life. And this child practically has the same situation in the family as you do. And instead of helping him cope with this, even with simple advice... You decided that your father's methods would work on him.... Did you really think that he would FULLY accept your worldview, when you don't even know for yourself what real justice is? Hehehe, the only thing he took from you is stubbornness. But he only uses it to the fullest when it comes to his family.... The one you considered pathetic now has a much better life, and I'm guessing deep down you didn't want him to be better than you. Although, maybe you did think you were raising your students right, I'll admit. After all, you had noble goals. But you gave in to the darkness, and dug yourself an even deeper hole when you tried to kill HER. Wow, to me you're just another example of a pathetic person who just gave in, deciding it was "best" for everyone, without even trying to fight back against the darkness you eventually joined."

This dream was cold, cold as ice. It even seemed much colder than ice. You can compare it to the Arctic, but this place was colder than the Arctic. It was lonely, until a certain time...

"Wow, what an "icy" welcome. You clearly put some effort into it." Suddenly, a silhouette with a male voice approached you: his skin was pure white, like an albino. Rather, the color resembled pure snow. Gray hair, the right eye, no, the right half of the face and neck were covered by bangs, and the rest of the hair was long, except for the left front part. But surprisingly, the clothes were dark shades of blue and red. A brown cloak, like superheroes from children's cartoons or books, on the right hand a bright red glove. The shoes were even above the knees, surprisingly dark gray and light red-pink fasteners on the shoes. There was a smile on his face, and the left eye was temporarily closed. The height was surprisingly not small (It reached Roy's elbow, maybe even a little higher than the elbow, but not Roy's full height.)

"You surprise me....Under such conditions, and at such an age, to hold on to your strength in such cold....you are not afraid of the cold to such an extent that you are ready to freeze to death, right? I mean, no one can live long in such cold, can they?"

After these words, the silhouette opened its left eye: a gray iris, slightly darker than the hair and a black four-pointed star as a pupil, in the iris itself there was no hint of shine, but there was no darkening either. The silhouette's eye was open as if it was mocking you, although the smile did not show it. It was like a smile of curiosity, but the eye did not show curiosity. They began to wait for your answer.

(If anything, note this account: @annrps It will be me, just on a different account.)

A cold cell he laid in, months after his arrest. Not one of a comfortable one in the matter of facts, a retired teacher laid in a scruffy bed. Dreams were not easy to catch on, as his rest was rather limited.

But, alas, the blackhole finds himself in an place like the arctic, freezing against his skin. Andras huffs out an air of frost, crossing his arms for warmth.

The hell..?

[annrps]

"Then I suppose your methods of teaching also included bullying these "pathetic" students? I honestly wouldn't be surprised, it would just confirm what kind of darkness you've succumbed to." Hiro said this with slight irritation. He didn't bother to ask who the man was talking about, because it was obvious to him. Looking at some of the memories simply gave him context for the situation. And surprisingly his left hand began to glow, and small crystals appeared in it. They flew to the left side of Hiro, he began to create something, and at the same time decided to speak:

"I mentioned to you that I am also a teacher, and I didn't lie to you when I told you what techniques I teach my human students. Basically, I teach them to use such techniques only for the good and for the sake of those we live." While Hiro was saying this, the crystals grew and created something like a circle, and these crystals were covered in ice.

"And I usually don't approve of students bullying teachers if they don't deserve it. But I also don't approve of a teacher allowing himself to bully a student if he doesn't deserve it..." after these words, a new figure was created: a tiny star made of crystals. But instead of ice, it glowed with fire. As if the star was glowing in this way:

"Yes, the world is cruel, no one will deny it. And there are those who do not want to perceive the true reality, however..." part of the fire from the star flew into Hiro's hand, illuminating his face. The fire of the star began to weaken, as if showing that the star was fading, and the circle began to darken.

"Teachers should be the ones who help the student follow the right path, and not destroy this path..." After that, Hiro clenched his fist, thereby extinguishing the fire. The circle became dark as night, and the fire from the star seemed to intensify.

"Even from the weakest star, the light can become the strongest. 싸우려고도 하지 않고 그냥 포기하기로 결정한 건 바로 당신이었습니다. (It was you who simply decided to give up without even trying to fight it.)"

His gaze was serious, and his iris changed, it darkened slightly. His eye looked at Andras.

"You call others pathetic, when you yourself are in the same situation as them."

This dream was cold, cold as ice. It even seemed much colder than ice. You can compare it to the Arctic, but this place was colder than the Arctic. It was lonely, until a certain time...

"Wow, what an "icy" welcome. You clearly put some effort into it." Suddenly, a silhouette with a male voice approached you: his skin was pure white, like an albino. Rather, the color resembled pure snow. Gray hair, the right eye, no, the right half of the face and neck were covered by bangs, and the rest of the hair was long, except for the left front part. But surprisingly, the clothes were dark shades of blue and red. A brown cloak, like superheroes from children's cartoons or books, on the right hand a bright red glove. The shoes were even above the knees, surprisingly dark gray and light red-pink fasteners on the shoes. There was a smile on his face, and the left eye was temporarily closed. The height was surprisingly not small (It reached Roy's elbow, maybe even a little higher than the elbow, but not Roy's full height.)

"You surprise me....Under such conditions, and at such an age, to hold on to your strength in such cold....you are not afraid of the cold to such an extent that you are ready to freeze to death, right? I mean, no one can live long in such cold, can they?"

After these words, the silhouette opened its left eye: a gray iris, slightly darker than the hair and a black four-pointed star as a pupil, in the iris itself there was no hint of shine, but there was no darkening either. The silhouette's eye was open as if it was mocking you, although the smile did not show it. It was like a smile of curiosity, but the eye did not show curiosity. They began to wait for your answer.

(If anything, note this account: @annrps It will be me, just on a different account.)

A cold cell he laid in, months after his arrest. Not one of a comfortable one in the matter of facts, a retired teacher laid in a scruffy bed. Dreams were not easy to catch on, as his rest was rather limited.

But, alas, the blackhole finds himself in an place like the arctic, freezing against his skin. Andras huffs out an air of frost, crossing his arms for warmth.

The hell..?

[annrps]

"Hmm.." Hiro was surprised by this, apparently this is not the first time for Andras to be ridiculed, yeah of course. This is not the first time. He saw the man playing with the snow. On his way, but still. The silhouette's face became serious:

"Do you prefer cold weather? I can understand, ice allows you to close yourself off from everyone and it is easier to survive some pain... but it does not always work like that. And especially not in your case. Once a bright star that dreamed of becoming a spear of justice is now nothing more than a black hole, destroying everything it touches....." Hiro stopped himself, thinking about what to say next, something came to his mind:

"You know, I've seen a lot of stories similar to yours, and most of them had bad endings. So answer the questions: The ending you got, was it what you wanted? And are you happy with it and what you had in this ending?" Hiro suddenly asked questions, there was no anger in this question yet, but there was severity and seriousness. The black star, although it seemed small, but it seemed to have experienced a lot, since it asks such a question

This dream was cold, cold as ice. It even seemed much colder than ice. You can compare it to the Arctic, but this place was colder than the Arctic. It was lonely, until a certain time...

"Wow, what an "icy" welcome. You clearly put some effort into it." Suddenly, a silhouette with a male voice approached you: his skin was pure white, like an albino. Rather, the color resembled pure snow. Gray hair, the right eye, no, the right half of the face and neck were covered by bangs, and the rest of the hair was long, except for the left front part. But surprisingly, the clothes were dark shades of blue and red. A brown cloak, like superheroes from children's cartoons or books, on the right hand a bright red glove. The shoes were even above the knees, surprisingly dark gray and light red-pink fasteners on the shoes. There was a smile on his face, and the left eye was temporarily closed. The height was surprisingly not small (It reached Roy's elbow, maybe even a little higher than the elbow, but not Roy's full height.)

"You surprise me....Under such conditions, and at such an age, to hold on to your strength in such cold....you are not afraid of the cold to such an extent that you are ready to freeze to death, right? I mean, no one can live long in such cold, can they?"

After these words, the silhouette opened its left eye: a gray iris, slightly darker than the hair and a black four-pointed star as a pupil, in the iris itself there was no hint of shine, but there was no darkening either. The silhouette's eye was open as if it was mocking you, although the smile did not show it. It was like a smile of curiosity, but the eye did not show curiosity. They began to wait for your answer.

(If anything, note this account: @annrps It will be me, just on a different account.)

A cold cell he laid in, months after his arrest. Not one of a comfortable one in the matter of facts, a retired teacher laid in a scruffy bed. Dreams were not easy to catch on, as his rest was rather limited.

But, alas, the blackhole finds himself in an place like the arctic, freezing against his skin. Andras huffs out an air of frost, crossing his arms for warmth.

The hell..?

[annrps]

The silhouette surprisingly started to giggle, as if something made them laugh again. But it was a quiet giggle, they closed their eye for a while, but when they finished laughing, their eye opened:

"Please, if I wanted to, as you said, "throw my fire at you," I would make a real hell here. And... I don't know honestly how hot it would get here, but I think you wouldn't like it." The silhouette answered with a slight feeling as if it was making them laugh.

"As for my name... Just replace the e with an i in the word "Hero", and there you have my name. These words are spelled differently, but they sound the same. And you... Mister Zorn, right? Andras Zorn?"

The silhouette asked, his eye seemed to look into Andras's soul. The black star seemed small compared to the black hole, but even a star could become something you didn't expect.

This dream was cold, cold as ice. It even seemed much colder than ice. You can compare it to the Arctic, but this place was colder than the Arctic. It was lonely, until a certain time...

"Wow, what an "icy" welcome. You clearly put some effort into it." Suddenly, a silhouette with a male voice approached you: his skin was pure white, like an albino. Rather, the color resembled pure snow. Gray hair, the right eye, no, the right half of the face and neck were covered by bangs, and the rest of the hair was long, except for the left front part. But surprisingly, the clothes were dark shades of blue and red. A brown cloak, like superheroes from children's cartoons or books, on the right hand a bright red glove. The shoes were even above the knees, surprisingly dark gray and light red-pink fasteners on the shoes. There was a smile on his face, and the left eye was temporarily closed. The height was surprisingly not small (It reached Roy's elbow, maybe even a little higher than the elbow, but not Roy's full height.)

"You surprise me....Under such conditions, and at such an age, to hold on to your strength in such cold....you are not afraid of the cold to such an extent that you are ready to freeze to death, right? I mean, no one can live long in such cold, can they?"

After these words, the silhouette opened its left eye: a gray iris, slightly darker than the hair and a black four-pointed star as a pupil, in the iris itself there was no hint of shine, but there was no darkening either. The silhouette's eye was open as if it was mocking you, although the smile did not show it. It was like a smile of curiosity, but the eye did not show curiosity. They began to wait for your answer.

(If anything, note this account: @annrps It will be me, just on a different account.)

A cold cell he laid in, months after his arrest. Not one of a comfortable one in the matter of facts, a retired teacher laid in a scruffy bed. Dreams were not easy to catch on, as his rest was rather limited.

But, alas, the blackhole finds himself in an place like the arctic, freezing against his skin. Andras huffs out an air of frost, crossing his arms for warmth.

The hell..?

[annrps]

The silhouette was surprised by this answer, it even made them laugh a little. They couldn't help but laugh a little. The giggles weren't very loud, but they could be heard:

"Wow, your first reaction to this place was "....The hell"? 아 진짜 생각보다 더 재밌겠다. (Oh my god, this is going to be funnier than I thought). But anyway, you won't last long in this cold, so... let the old man help."

After these words, the silhouette lit a fire in their left palm and the fire flew close to Andras's feet, but not so much that the fire began to burn the man.

"So, let's get down to business: from what I heard, you were a teacher, right? Coincidence, but I am a teacher too. And you... just saw one of the techniques I teach my students. Impressive, isn't it?

The silhouette asked with a smile, they hid their hands behind his back, apparently the cold does not affect them at all. But there seemed to be something strange about this silhouette.

@daily-rcp-poli

This dream was cold, cold as ice. It even seemed much colder than ice. You can compare it to the Arctic, but this place was colder than the Arctic. It was lonely, until a certain time...

"Wow, what an "icy" welcome. You clearly put some effort into it." Suddenly, a silhouette with a male voice approached you: his skin was pure white, like an albino. Rather, the color resembled pure snow. Gray hair, the right eye, no, the right half of the face and neck were covered by bangs, and the rest of the hair was long, except for the left front part. But surprisingly, the clothes were dark shades of blue and red. A brown cloak, like superheroes from children's cartoons or books, on the right hand a bright red glove. The shoes were even above the knees, surprisingly dark gray and light red-pink fasteners on the shoes. There was a smile on his face, and the left eye was temporarily closed. The height was surprisingly not small (It reached Roy's elbow, maybe even a little higher than the elbow, but not Roy's full height.)

"You surprise me....Under such conditions, and at such an age, to hold on to your strength in such cold....you are not afraid of the cold to such an extent that you are ready to freeze to death, right? I mean, no one can live long in such cold, can they?"

After these words, the silhouette opened its left eye: a gray iris, slightly darker than the hair and a black four-pointed star as a pupil, in the iris itself there was no hint of shine, but there was no darkening either. The silhouette's eye was open as if it was mocking you, although the smile did not show it. It was like a smile of curiosity, but the eye did not show curiosity. They began to wait for your answer.

(If anything, note this account: @annrps It will be me, just on a different account.)

A cold cell he laid in, months after his arrest. Not one of a comfortable one in the matter of facts, a retired teacher laid in a scruffy bed. Dreams were not easy to catch on, as his rest was rather limited.

But, alas, the blackhole finds himself in an place like the arctic, freezing against his skin. Andras huffs out an air of frost, crossing his arms for warmth.

The hell..?

[annrps]

.*First Seeds Of Family*.

Hey everyone, Polina's here! Inspired by the "memories meeting the star" I've decided to start my own lore rp. Together with @lunar-rcp -to whom I'm wholeheartedly thankful for taking part in this project- we'll be telling the backstories of our favourite characters. Here you will be able to find all the chapters, and the post shall be updated as the story progresses. Please note that the story contains mature topics that can make you uncomfortable (SA, description of injuries and violence, mental illnesses, suicidal thoughts, bullying, conversation on other mature topics) If you find yourself disturbed by such themes, you are suggested to skip the rp.

Enjoy your reading.

Chapter 1 - The Alleyway

On a sunny spring day, a bus arrives in the center of Brooms Town. Jin Lee, a seventeen-year-old Chinese student, tries to find her way to her hotel. That's when she first meets Poli, a young rookie just about to finish his first year in the police academy. Having exchanged a few words, the two don't realize that they're about to meet again but in a much darker place.

Chapter 2 - Settle in, Daisy!

Around a week after the accident, Poli visits Jin in the local hospital. Very soon the two teens reach the police station. The girl sheds light on what has truly happened in the alleyway. Taken aback by her situation, the rookie offers Jin closure in a very unexpected way.

Chapter 3 - Peeking into your Garden of Life

After a week since Jin's moving has passed. The two students are trying to coexist with eachother, which proves to be a struggle. As the two go about their day, they find out about eachother's hardships.

Chapter 4 - Flower of Ill

After overworking himself for a long time, Poli gets severely sick as he starts developing rust. Thankfully, Jin notices the symptoms early and it is up to her now to care for him. What could possibly happen while treating a sick, stubborn robocar?

Chapter 5 - Friendship Bracelets

Having the luck of finally getting a day off, Poli and Jin decide to spend time doing the rookie's old hobby. Bracelets. As they hang out, the two develop a stronger bond, opening up about their thoughts and dreams.

Chapter 6 (Ongoing!)

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡Thank you for reading!♡*⁠｡.

[annrps]

You saw a police car that looked like you, but the eyes were purple, like a light amethyst. A car looked around a little until he noticed you, a car was a little surprised, but then calmed down.

"Hello, do you live here sir?" A car said this in Korean with a smile, but from his face you can tell that he knows who you are, at least your name and position for sure, he began to wait for your answer.

Poli felt his eyebrows raise at the sudden Korean. Was his appearance always given away the fact he was born in the country? He quickly checks himself out. Maybe..

The leader's lips pulled into a friendly grin.

Well, I do. I have been living here for some time. I'm apart of the Broomstown Rescue Team.

Poli's eyes give off interest about the man.

And you?

[annrps]

You saw a girl in front of you who looked just like you, but her skin tone was lighter and her eyes were amber. She looked around until she noticed you. She looked you over a bit and then smiled a little.

"Hello, you must be..Jin, right?" The girl said this with a slight giggle, there was a little awkwardness in her voice, despite the smile, she said it in Korean, waiting for your answer.

Jin looked at the girl in front of her with geat curiosity. The looked almost identical to the inventor.

Hello. Yes I'm Jin, member of the Brooms Town Rescue Team! What about you?

[annrps]

.*First Seeds Of Family*.

Hey everyone, Polina's here! Inspired by the "memories meeting the star" I've decided to start my own lore rp. Together with @lunar-rcp -to whom I'm wholeheartedly thankful for taking part in this project- we'll be telling the backstories of our favourite characters. Here you will be able to find all the chapters, and the post shall be updated as the story progresses. Please note that the story contains mature topics that can make you uncomfortable (SA, description of injuries and violence, mental illnesses, suicidal thoughts, bullying, conversation on other mature topics) If you find yourself disturbed by such themes, you are suggested to skip the rp.

Enjoy your reading.

Chapter 1 - The Alleyway

On a sunny spring day, a bus arrives in the center of Brooms Town. Jin Lee, a seventeen-year-old Chinese student, tries to find her way to her hotel. That's when she first meets Poli, a young rookie just about to finish his first year in the police academy. Having exchanged a few words, the two don't realize that they're about to meet again but in a much darker place.

Chapter 2 - Settle in, Daisy!

Around a week after the accident, Poli visits Jin in the local hospital. Very soon the two teens reach the police station. The girl sheds light on what has truly happened in the alleyway. Taken aback by her situation, the rookie offers Jin closure in a very unexpected way.

Chapter 3 - Peeking into your Garden of Life

After a week since Jin's moving has passed. The two students are trying to coexist with eachother, which proves to be a struggle. As the two go about their day, they find out about eachother's hardships.

Chapter 4 - Flower of ill

After overworking himself for a long time, Poli gets severely sick as he starts developing rust. Thankfully, Jin notices the symptoms early and it is up to her now to care for him. What could possibly happen while treating a sick, stubborn robocar?

Chapter 5 (Stay tuned!)

Chapter 6 (Stay tuned!)

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡Thank you for reading!♡*⁠｡.