Chapter 115 - The Dream (4) (1/2)

(Tom's PoV)

”The candidate, Thomas Putra Alamsyah, do you have any inquiries regarding your first trial?”

”I do.” I nodded my head firmly. ”Where am I? What is it about? What do you mean by trial? Soul Endurance? How do you know me? I don't know what you're talking about and I don't know any of you. Could you, please, explain it to me?”

The man smiled patiently at me. ”We know what we want to know. Nothing in this world can hide anything from us as long as we want to know something; except God wishes it to be hidden. We have our ways and means and you'll know about it if you're one of us later. You don't need to know us now, but we will get to know each other as time flies.”

Why do I feel like this man is saying cheesy lines?

”About Soul Endurance, as long as you're able to maintain your sanity after the trial we're about to give to you, then you'll pass the test. You will not be the only one to have this trial, but each one of you will have different situation and approach on how you deal with pressure. I only wish you the best for your trial.” He said calmly.

I waited for him to continue but he just smiled. Is that all? He didn't even answer all of my questions!

The man, Sir Ahmad Ismail I assumed, had been staring at me in amus.e.m.e.nt, but he also didn't say anything.

”Well, off you go! I'll see you when the trial has ended.” The man waved his hand and I felt my consciousness turned blurry and the floating feeling came again.

When I opened my eyes, I had returned to my room in the hospital.

Was it a dream?

I wiped my face with my palm, it's good if it was just a dream. It's good. It must be because I met with those ghosts before I fell asleep that I had such a bizarre dream.

I looked at the tightly closed curtain. It seemed like it's still dark outside. I couldn't see any lights other than the ones that were from my own room and the corridor behind the door. It looked like I still had some time to sleep.

As I was thinking like that, my eyes gradually fluttered closed. I could feel the slight feeling of being swayed and floating, but I was still conscious. I knew it was the sign that I was getting deeper in my sleep. It would only take some time before I finally fell asleep for real.

In the midst of falling asleep deeper, between dream and reality, my ears caught sharp sound of metal being drawn. Before I could react to find out the source of the sound, sharp pain hit my body as a cold and long object was being stabbed into my chest.

I gasped for air loudly as my eyes flew opened in horror.

What was that?

I checked my chest and breathed in relief as I felt it still intact with no wounds or blood in sight. Cold sweat started to wet my temples.

It was just a dream. I sighed.