Belmont of Hearts Hospital.

January 13, 1989. Friday the 13th.

12:12 in the midnight.

Sandro Heirdel was crying his eyes out while gripping onto his daughter's hand. He couldn't take a rest knowing that this could be the last day of Sella living on this world. She was only 17 years old, turning 18 in 4 months. But the doctor predicted months ago that Sella couldn't make it through; said that Sella could only have 2 months and 1 week remaining; and as a father of a daughter with an unfortunate life, it's hard for him to tolerate the heartbreaking news.

The only sound being heard in that suite was the beeping noise coming from the ICU machine. It kept on beeping and beeping and it felt like it synchronized the father's hearbeat.

He looked down and tried to pull his tears back into his eyes. If only he could do anything about it. . .

Out of nowhere, something was being thrown on the glass window of the hospital suite. It broke the glass, crashing down and making a very sharp noise. Sandro jumped himself out of the chair and stood up straight on his feet, letting go of her daughter's hand. He looked around and saw a crumpled paper on floor. He frowned as he leaned down to pick the paper up. It was hard because there's a rock inside and paper was wrapped around it.

Sandro made a confused face and decided to go to the window to see if someone was so stupid to break the glass with rock. When he put his two hands on the clear broken window, a creepy face suddenly popped in front of his face. The creature was turned upside down, big yellow eyes, no brows, its hair was inches long but thin. It was smiling down at Sandro with its mouth being a halfway of its head.

He screamed, fell on the floor, threw the rock wrapped with paper and crawled away from the window. That was the time the beeping sound stopped—and the ICU machine showed a straight line.

Sella was dead! Sella's already dead!

Sandro felt the trembling muscles of his body. He couldn't help but to cry out loud. His daughter's gone now. . .

Sella's gone!

Sandro looked back at the window and the creature wasn't there already. He was still trying to catch his breath with his labored gasps. He even took time to decide whether to tolerate the numbness of his body or to call the nurses for help.

When he started to get up to his feet, the creature came back. "Sandro!" It screamed sharply that made him fall back on the hospital floor again.

"What the hell do you want!" he screamed. "What the hell do you want! Get off me—no!"

"I no harm you, Sandro," the creature said and grinned widely at him. It was still turned up side down and it didn't have any legs. Its body looked like it was a melted wax. Sandro didn't know what was this creature called about—but if he would describe it, he would definitely say: "evil".

"I give you . . .condition. . . Sandro?" the creepy creature said. Seemed that it's having a hard time talking straight. "Daughter's. . . dead, I right? I want give you condition. . . Sssandro. ."

Sandro felt like falling into its trap. The sudden fear inside him felt like it has vanished in just a second. Little did Sandro knew, he had fallen into the trap and hypnotism. He just nodded at the creature with eyes wide open.

"Give me. . thou blood and life. . Thou Sandro, give me life. I life your daughter. ."

It's hard to understand the creature but Sandro thought that the creature was going to save his daughter unless he will give it life and blood. He looked at his palms and shook his head.

"You. . you are going to make my daughter live?" He asked. "She's dead already! But you can. . . you can bring her back to life?"

"YESSSSS. . ." The creature screamed out with a long 's'. The answer of the creature made Sandro happy. He jumped into his feet again and punched the air with happiness.

"Yes! Yes! Right! I'll give you blood! I'll give you blood! And life! And life!" Sandro was so frenzied with the thought. The background noise was still the one long beep from the ICU machine and it didn't bother Sandro. All of his attention were on the creature, feeling like a evil roaming around.

"I will steal blood on this hospital, just wait for me—"

"I no want the blood only, I also want the whole life of a human. . . human, Sandro!"

Sandro felt the hopelessness in him. He went back on his knees and looked up at the evil. "How . . how am I supposed to do that?"

The creature laughed out loud and its laughter rang with an echo around the room. Sandro just waited for it to explain and give some ways on how to do its condition.

"I need thou life and blood!" It shouted at Sandro's face. "Everything, I will give. I give her more lives than human. Even someone kill her. . . she will be back to life. To life again! Just give me thou blood and life, be with me. . . for eternity. Then thou daughter will be alive again, for many times. . . She will live with no death, but death visit her."

Sandro nodded slowly until he nodded many times faster than before. "Yes. . . Yes, just let my daughter live. Bring her back to life! Bring her back to life.

"Wisssssh. . . Wish granted, Sssandro. . Sandro," the evil said. "Give me thou blood and life now. Now, Sandro, now."

Hurriedly, Sandro looked for something sharp to slice his wrists and saw the glasses on the floor. He immediately chopped off his wrist until the blood flowed on the floor.

Sandro felt dizzy for a moment. He held his head as if his world was really turning around. The blood was really gushing out from his wrist.

"Go. . go. . . give me thou life and blood, Sandro! Go! Go!"

That was the last words he could hear before the darkness came upon his senses.

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Hugo's father, Von, was sitting on the couch while watching T.V. Hugo was on the back of the sofa, checking his social media accounts. He was very quiet, afraid that he will trigger his father and will be beaten so hard. But on the background, Hugo could hear the news from the television.

". . . reportedly, a week ago, Sandro Heirdel was found dead on the hospital suite on Belmont of Hearts Hospital, said that he was guarding up his own daughter inside the hospital suite but the nurses just witnessed the 40-year old man laying on a pool of his own blood. His two hands were being chopped off which was the cause of his death. The authorities were already looking up for his two hands and his own daughter. Out of nowhere, the hospital found out that the daughter's files and record on that hospital has been erased from the system. His daughter has been unknown for now and the nurses tried to remember her name. . ."

Hugo stood up and watched the television. Because of the sudden move, he accidentally slapped his father's nape. The father groaned and looked back at Hugo. "What the heck did you just do?!" It exclaimed. The teenager just stepped away from the couch.

"I. . . I am so sorry, Dad. . I—I didn't mean it at all," Hugo mumbled.

"Go back to your room before I could decide to beat the shit out of you!" said by his abusive father. Hugo ran back to his room. When he locked himself inside his room, it was too late for him to remember about his cellphone. He unknowingly left the phone on the back of the couch.

SIlently, he came out from his room again and crawled towards the back of the sofa. He saw the phone on the left leg of the sofa so he decided to pick it up. The moment he got it on his hand, he immediately ran back to his room.

While gasping for air, he opened his phone to check his accounts again. There, he saw one new message. With happiness he opened it. It came from an unfamiliar user and the text made him frown his forehead.

The message said:

Hi. I'm Sella.