Chapter 1:
Am I dead?
Lens fate in another world
It’s dark…It’s dark…
What? Where am I?What! I can move my body?
Huh! But why can't I do anything?Wait… I can’t feel anything—not even my body.Am I even alive?
What!I’m dead?!
But how?
Oh yeah…I remember now what happened at that time.
Busy city. Night time. Cars running. Roads are busy.
Oh, you're wondering what I’m doing here?Yeah, yeah—this is my memory.When I was alive.Yeah, I’m dead. I know.
I’m not that attractive and not that young either.What? You were thinking the same thing? That’s rude!
Yeah, I get it. I’m suddenly talking too much out of nowhere. But I’m still shocked—just like you.Okay, maybe not like you. You’re not that shocked. But still—I am!
So, I was going home from a shoot.You mean, what kind of shoot?Yeah, I’m a photographer.
I was in the middle of the city, taking photos of random people.What—you think I’m a stalker? No! Don’t think like that.
I’m a freelance photographer.Or… I was.Now that I’m dead, I guess it’s safe to say was.
And before you even think I wasn’t good at photography—let me stop you right there.I was an award-winning photographer!Yeah, I have a Pulitzer!
What? You don’t believe me?Okay, fine—I don’t have that award. But I have many other awards, okay?!
But let’s put that aside.So I was in the middle of the city, taking pictures.And I saw a commotion in the street.And yes—I ran to check what was happening.
Yeah, yeah—you’re gonna say I’m nosy, right?But I have to be. I’m a photographer.
So if you're thinking I’m nosy—I’m taking that as a compliment, okay?
Back to the business:I saw some boys fighting in the street.I was thinking, “What’s happening here?”But I didn’t know—it was a gang fight.Right there. In the middle of the city.
Yeah, I heard they were fighting because of a girl.
Now, now—before you think something nasty, let me clear it up:One of the gang members had teased a girl.And that girl happened to be the daughter of another gang member.Her father found out—and sent his boys to give those guys what they deserved.
Yeah, I know what you’re thinking:“How do I know so much about this?”Well, I told you—I’m a photographer.And also, by personality… I’m kind of a detective too.
What—you still don’t believe me? That’s okay. I believe in myself.
So the thing is—I asked some people, and they told me the whole story.What was happening, who was involved—all of it.
And as I usually do… I started taking photos of the fight.
Yeah, I got some amazing shots!
But I didn’t know…That would be the last photo I ever took.
Then I heard someone shout—“Put down that gun!”
And before I could even react—Pain. In my stomach.
I was confused.
What’s happening here?
People were shouting.“Call the ambulance!”
I looked down—my hand was covered in blood.
And in no time, I was lying on the road.And seconds later… everything started getting darker.
What?!What is happening?Am I going to die?
But why?
It’s not like I had anyone in this world to live for—except my photography.But still…I don’t want to die.
Why me?
Yeah…But there's no point now.
My whole life is flashing before my eyes.
When I was 10, I saw the mountains for the first time.And I wanted to live there forever because the vibes were so beautiful.
But at that time, I kept thinking—“How can I take this view with me forever?”
And behind me, my dad said,“Let’s take a photo of this mountain. So we can take this image home—and keep it as a memory.”
At that moment, I thought—If I become a photographer, I can take more memories like this.So I decided right then—I’m going to become a photographer.
Age 20University life.
I was with my friends, taking photos during a big event.I was the only one good at photography, honestly.
Everyone looked so happy!
Oh, I remember—it was the last event of my university.I clicked so many memories that day.
Age 25I was finally earning money from photography.
It felt amazing.That’s when I decided—I’m going to be a full-time freelancer.My dream was becoming real.
I wanted to celebrate with my father…But yeah—he had passed away a few years ago.
I could’ve celebrated with friends…But I didn’t have any.
After university, I lost contact with all of them.
I was forgotten.
Yeah.The one who was taking memories of everyone…Was forgotten.
And suddenly—I heard a voice.
“Well… well…”“You are here, human.”
What? Where am I?What! I can move my body?
Huh! But why can't I do anything?Wait… I can’t feel anything—not even my body.Am I even alive?
What!I’m dead?!
But how?
Oh yeah…I remember now what happened at that time.
Busy city. Night time. Cars running. Roads are busy.
Oh, you're wondering what I’m doing here?Yeah, yeah—this is my memory.When I was alive.Yeah, I’m dead. I know.
I’m not that attractive and not that young either.What? You were thinking the same thing? That’s rude!
Yeah, I get it. I’m suddenly talking too much out of nowhere. But I’m still shocked—just like you.Okay, maybe not like you. You’re not that shocked. But still—I am!
So, I was going home from a shoot.You mean, what kind of shoot?Yeah, I’m a photographer.
I was in the middle of the city, taking photos of random people.What—you think I’m a stalker? No! Don’t think like that.
I’m a freelance photographer.Or… I was.Now that I’m dead, I guess it’s safe to say was.
And before you even think I wasn’t good at photography—let me stop you right there.I was an award-winning photographer!Yeah, I have a Pulitzer!
What? You don’t believe me?Okay, fine—I don’t have that award. But I have many other awards, okay?!
But let’s put that aside.So I was in the middle of the city, taking pictures.And I saw a commotion in the street.And yes—I ran to check what was happening.
Yeah, yeah—you’re gonna say I’m nosy, right?But I have to be. I’m a photographer.
So if you're thinking I’m nosy—I’m taking that as a compliment, okay?
Back to the business:I saw some boys fighting in the street.I was thinking, “What’s happening here?”But I didn’t know—it was a gang fight.Right there. In the middle of the city.
Yeah, I heard they were fighting because of a girl.
Now, now—before you think something nasty, let me clear it up:One of the gang members had teased a girl.And that girl happened to be the daughter of another gang member.Her father found out—and sent his boys to give those guys what they deserved.
Yeah, I know what you’re thinking:“How do I know so much about this?”Well, I told you—I’m a photographer.And also, by personality… I’m kind of a detective too.
What—you still don’t believe me? That’s okay. I believe in myself.
So the thing is—I asked some people, and they told me the whole story.What was happening, who was involved—all of it.
And as I usually do… I started taking photos of the fight.
Yeah, I got some amazing shots!
But I didn’t know…That would be the last photo I ever took.
Then I heard someone shout—“Put down that gun!”
And before I could even react—Pain. In my stomach.
I was confused.
What’s happening here?
People were shouting.“Call the ambulance!”
I looked down—my hand was covered in blood.
And in no time, I was lying on the road.And seconds later… everything started getting darker.
What?!What is happening?Am I going to die?
But why?
It’s not like I had anyone in this world to live for—except my photography.But still…I don’t want to die.
Why me?
Yeah…But there's no point now.
My whole life is flashing before my eyes.
When I was 10, I saw the mountains for the first time.And I wanted to live there forever because the vibes were so beautiful.
But at that time, I kept thinking—“How can I take this view with me forever?”
And behind me, my dad said,“Let’s take a photo of this mountain. So we can take this image home—and keep it as a memory.”
At that moment, I thought—If I become a photographer, I can take more memories like this.So I decided right then—I’m going to become a photographer.
Age 20University life.
I was with my friends, taking photos during a big event.I was the only one good at photography, honestly.
Everyone looked so happy!
Oh, I remember—it was the last event of my university.I clicked so many memories that day.
Age 25I was finally earning money from photography.
It felt amazing.That’s when I decided—I’m going to be a full-time freelancer.My dream was becoming real.
Age 27
My first award.I was so, so happy.I wanted to celebrate with my father…But yeah—he had passed away a few years ago.
I could’ve celebrated with friends…But I didn’t have any.
After university, I lost contact with all of them.
I was forgotten.
Yeah.The one who was taking memories of everyone…Was forgotten.
And suddenly—I heard a voice.
“Well… well…”“You are here, human.”
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