"Who is this soul?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"A soul that has been missing for a long time. The balance in the universe is at stake, and we need to find it to restore the balance."

"I'm not sure I understand," I said, frowning.

"Let me explain. The universe is maintained by the balance of souls. There are good souls and bad souls, and they balance each other out. However, there is one soul that is missing, and it's throwing off the balance. We need to find it and restore the balance."

"Why me? Why can't you find it?"

"I can't do it myself. I am bound by certain rules and regulations that limit me from searching for it. But as a human, you can travel to places that I cannot. You have free will, and you can go wherever you want. You are also a skilled fighter, and I believe that you are the only one who can find this soul."

I thought about it for a moment.
It sounded like a risky task, but the idea of being able to live again was too tempting to resist.

"Okay," I said finally, "I'll do it."

I sighed, remembering his words and staring at the box he had handed me, which I opened to reveal a silver compass. He said this compass will guide me to the soul. It will point in the direction of the soul, no matter where I am.
But I had to be careful, cause apparently there are others who will try to stop me from finding it. I looked at the compass in my hand, feeling a sense of excitement and apprehension.

Except now I had to go for bath in that exquisite room of what humans call bathroom. Yeah well my vampire bathroom was bigger and well equipped than this.

Abruptly a blood curdling scream made me jump and my heart pounded in my chest as I heard Granny Marie's panicked screams echoing through the house. Startled, I immediately ran towards the source of the commotion. Granny Marie was no ordinary woman; she was a peculiar and reclusive old lady who had only offered me a place to stay on rent but I felt a sense of panic wash over me I was...worried? While I usually kept to myself and didn't care much for people, I couldn't ignore the urgency in Marie's voice.

Bursting into Granny Marie's room, I found her in a state of distress, jumping and clutching at her eye. It was clear that something terrible had happened. My instincts kicked in, and without wasting a moment, I rushed to Marie's side, trying to calm her down and assess the situation.

"Granny Marie, what happened?" I asked, my voice filled with concern.

She whimpered in pain, her voice trembling. "I... I was just putting on my lenses, dear. Suddenly, there was a burning sensation, and I couldn't see a thing. It feels like my eye is on fire!"

My eyes widened with shock. I helped Marie to her feet, gently guiding her towards the door. "We need to get you to the hospital immediately. Something serious must have happened."

As I helped Granny Marie into the car, I could already sense the brewing trouble. Old woman started yelling at the top of her lungs, "Faster! We need to get there faster! Time is ticking!"

I nervously glanced at the speedometer, realizing we were only going at a reasonable pace. I mean I did learn to drive a car over the years.

In an attempt to calm Granny down, I turned on the car radio, hoping some soothing music would distract her. But, as luck would have it, the radio station was playing probably Marie's least favorite genre—polka music.

As a result she unleashed a fury of protests, screaming at the top of her lungs, "Turn it off! This is an abomination! I won't stand for it!"
Desperate to find a solution, I reached into the glove compartment for some snacks, thinking that food might be the key to appeasing Granny Marie.

However, as I handed Granny a bag of chips, the car hit a pothole, causing the entire bag to explode, sending a shower of potato chips flying all over the car. My face dropped as I realized that Granny had mistaken the potato chip rain for an imminent hailstorm and began to scream, "We're under attack!"

In a panic, I pulled over to the side of the road, desperately trying to calm her . But she old woman, convinced that we were still under assault, leaped out of the car and started chasing the wayward potato chips, swatting at them with her purse while yelling, "Take that, you sneaky little devils!"
Passersby couldn't help but stop and stare, their puzzled expressions mirroring my disbelief.

What caught my attention was a man in a black suit and sunglasses standing by a parked car, seemingly engrossed in a conversation on his phone and giving intense, furtive glances he kept casting in our direction.
Curiosity piqued, I couldn't help but wonder what the man was up to. However, I decided to focus on Granny's needs first and I got her into the car and started off again. For the sake of humanity. Irony.

Trying to brush off the eerie feeling, I focused on the road ahead, determined to ignore the paranormal occurrence for the time being. However, as I drove on, I couldn't help but steal occasional glances at the rearview mirror, unable to shake off the lingering sense of unease.

Strange orbs of light appeared in the car, zipping around like playful fireflies. My heart raced, but I bit my lip and focused on the road, determined to keep my composure. The radio crackled with static, and disembodied voices murmured faintly, as if trying to communicate. The hell?

I shook off my head and began a conversation with Granny Marie instead.

"Do you know what may have happened?"

Marie sighed deeply, her blind eyes gazing into the distance. "I've lived a quiet life, dear."

Definitely.

"I can't think of anyone who would hold ill will towards me. But perhaps there is something I've missed, something from my past that I can't recall."
Dramatic, yes.

"But, but, but be warned my darling, there may be secrets hidden in the shadows that we're not prepared to face."

That was definitely dramatic, yes again, but I felt a shiver run down my spine. Except I steeled myself for what lay ahead. For some reason, I knew the road would be treacherous, and the truth might reveal more than I was prepared to handle. I looked over the rear mirror and then the surroundings, nothing bizarre was there anymore. Yeah except the horrendous scream that old woman began to give. Why wasn't I not killing her already?

Soon enough, the car ride turned into a comedy of errors. Granny, in her frantic state, mistook the radio volume knob for the gear shifter, causing the car to suddenly blare music at full blast. Startled, I quickly turned it off, only for Granny to mistake the windshield wiper switch for the horn. Instead of letting me honk at a pedestrian crossing the road, due to her actions the windshield wipers began rhythmically swiping back and forth, much to the amusement of onlookers.

As we finally reached the hospital, I sighed with relief. The doctors swiftly attended to Granny Marie. After a thorough examination, the grim news was delivered to us. Marie had suffered severe damage to her eyes, resulting in complete blindness in that single eye. Woah man. That was definitely hard to digest. Although it would be better if shit happened to her voice but nevermind.

Jolting back to reality, I did wanted to know what actually happened.

Anyhow it should least bother me.

I tried my best to bury the unsettling mystery surrounding Granny Marie's blindness deep within my mind. I had convinced myself that it was Marie's burden to bear, and I had no one to turn to for help or guidance anyways. However, as the hours passed, the weight of the unanswered questions grew heavier, and my curiosity got the better of me.

Determined to find answers, I returned to Marie's house. I scoured every corner, searching for any clue that could shed light on what had happened. It was then, as I rummaged through Marie's belongings, that I stumbled upon a small vial hidden in a drawer. Inside the vial was a colorless liquid.

Curiosity mixed with dread, I remembered the doctors' words—Marie's blindness was not a natural occurrence. It was a deliberate act of harm inflicted upon her. The liquid in the vial hinted at a possible culprit, a sinister plot behind the tragedy. Damn. Human drama.

-
I was sitting in my classroom, struggling to stay awake as my teacher droned on about a subject that seemed to have lost all interest to me. Had I been a vampire yesterday, I'd gobbled up that woman yelling all night and interrupting my sleep; I thought, as the warm and cozy environment combined with the monotonous lecture was lulling me into a state of drowsiness.

But amidst my struggle to stay awake, I felt an eerie sensation, as if someone's gaze was fixated on me. I shook my head, attempting to dismiss the strange feeling, but still it bothered me.

I glanced around the classroom, searching for any signs of unusual activity, but everything appeared pretty normal.

The classroom was filled with my classmates, each seemingly engrossed in their own activities, oblivious to my discomfort.

I shook off the strange sensation, attributing it to my fatigue. However, the feeling persisted, intensifying with each passing moment. It was as if an invisible pair of eyes bore into the back of my head, making me increasingly uneasy.

Desperate to shake off this unsettling presence, I fought the urge to succumb to sleep and tried to refocus my attention on the teacher's lecture.

And then, in the periphery of my vision, I caught a glimpse of movement, as my gaze was drawn to two pairs of eyes staring directly at me. They seemed to hover in the air, disembodied and unsettling.

My heart skipped a beat, and I jolted in my seat, drawing the attention of my classmates and the teacher. Ignoring their curious gazes, I quickly turned towards the source of the mysterious eyes. With a mix of apprehension and curiosity, I waved my hand, hoping to dispel the strange apparition.

To my surprise, the eyes on the ground splashed, shattering into a mess of broken shells and oozing white liquid. Gasps and murmurs filled the classroom as all eyes turned to me but as if I gave a damn.

Confusion swept over me as I processed the unexpected sight. I couldn't comprehend what had just occurred. The eyes I had seen, staring at me with an almost malevolent presence, were now revealed to be nothing more than two eggs. Eggs?

"Is this some kind of joke?" I murmured to myself, my mind struggling to grasp the bizarre turn of events.

The teacher, initially taken aback, quickly composed themselves and rushed over to investigate.

"Ms.Wen. You think this is some joke going on?"

"Yeah I've been thinking the same." I stood frozen still staring at the eggs.

"It's not funny!" I jumped startled as her loud voice rang through my ears.

"The hell man?" I yelled back, but widened my eyes as soon as I realized with whom I was talking to.

"Being from a village doesn't get you the liberty to cook eggs and yell with your teachers like this!"

"I wasn't cooking!" I instantly defended. Amidst the tension and seriousness of the room, a few muffled giggles escaped from some of the students.
But the realization hit me like a ton of bricks. It was Mrs. Thompson, the strict and no-nonsense teacher, with her authoritative voice.

I stumbled over my words, desperately trying to explain the bizarre situation.
"But... but Mrs. Thompson, I didn't do anything! I don't even know how those eggs got there!"
She crossed her arms and stared at me sternly. "Detention, Miss Wen. This is unacceptable behavior. I won't tolerate pranks or disruptions in my classroom."

"But I swear, I didn't do it!" I pleaded, my voice tinged with desperation.
Mrs. Thompson's face softened slightly, but she remained firm. "Regardless of who is responsible, you were involved in this incident. It's your responsibility to maintain order and respect in this classroom. Detention will give you time to reflect on your actions."
I felt a mix of frustration and injustice welling up inside me. It wasn't fair that I was being punished for something I hadn't done. But arguing further seemed futile, as Mrs. Thompson had already made up her mind.

"What's detention though?"