1 Prologue (1/2)

I am a lawyer...or at least I was until I was killed at the back of the street while interviewing a client's witness. What have I done wrong? Now, the reason I was targeted may be this recent case I took for a friend (who was on vacation) that dealt with a divorce between a wealthy and intelligent CFO and his equally cunning wife. The reason for this? Well...it's a classic case of a mistress wanting to marry her man despite him being already married. This case was very different from your regular divorce negotiations though, as both parties possessed hidden wealth and income, and they accused each other of stashing money and evading taxes. Both wanted a larger part of each other's property and none was willing to give it. My client was the man and let's say that I may have gone too far for his sake. In the end, we won the case even if both were equally guilty. The assassin must've been sent by the wife to take revenge on me...

Enough about that. I think I died way too young. I mean, as 25 years old with a master's degree in law and 3 bars, I believe I did have the potential to go far had I been allowed to live longer. Oh, before I forget, I spoke 4 languages, which are English, French, German and Chinese. Don't ask why I know Chinese...I've been watching Chinese dramas for eight years now and the fact that my mother's half Chinese helped a little. In terms of looks, I don't think I was too bad, as I had brown eyes and very blond hair. The only problem was that I wasn't too tall, but that happens when you didn't do enough sport when you were younger. I had a sister who was 3 years younger than me. She may have inherited my mother's look, since she had long, dark brown hair and pale white skin. She had my father's intense grey eyes though, so there's that.

I was caught in a hurricane, I dare believe, and as the man shot through my mouth, liquid, maybe blood, filled my throat and lungs. My eyes closed and my consciousness seemed to drift somewhere...somewhere dark. It was comfortable dusk, like a mother's womb if that makes sense. I felt protected. I felt like I was loved. It's been a long time since I last hugged my sister, a good three months give or take. This feeling is familiar to when I bury my face in her dark silky hair. Before you think otherwise, I assure you my relationship with my sister is completely platonic, an affectionate family relationship.

Peter...

Peter...

PETER!

Huh? What is it? A voice called me...whose is it? It feels familiar, like a long-forgotten memory coming back to me.

”Your premature death wasn't an accident.”

Well, of course, it was that woman. Who are you, anyway?

”I am Chronus, God of Time. I see everything. The past, the present and the future are my domain. As for you, let's say that... there's a world that needs you more. Had you stayed in your old world, you would do great things...”

Um...so why have me die now?