The air was filled with the thick smell of blood. An invisible tension in the air.

The winds howling wailing as if sensing the departure of someone very important. The thunder of war drums was the only sound that could drown out the whisper that slipped through the ranks. Slowly falling to his knees as the realization that he had been betrayed coursed through him ,Laurent clenched his fist in anger.

Coughing out some blood again due to the poison he had ingested unknowingly, his eyes blurred, looking at his loyal subordinates rushing towards while still trying to defend the lines, he felt deep regret for not realizing it sooner.

His consciousness slowly sank into darkness, leaving behind the distant clang of armor and the echo of a dying war cry.

Strong will as he was, he finally closed his eyes as he fell into eternal slumber.

After a long period of time, which he even didn't know, Laurent's eyes opened, a fraction at a time, blinking repeatedly due to unclear vision, he slowly got up from what seemed like rubbles from an exploded building, removing a strange, weird object from his face which looked like two round broken lenses, frowning as he threw the object to the floor.

"Strange" He muttered.

Slowly climbing up from the rubbles, he finally got out.

He stared at the strange looking environment, looking at the lined up weird moving objects and barricades set up around.

"Where am I?"

"Where am I?"

Turning slightly, Laurent saw his reflection on a broken piece of glass, he stared in shock.

A pale, delicate small face, with soft features, beautiful Amethyst coloured crescent shaped eyes,a little red natural tint at the corner of his eyes,soft but ruffled silvery while hair with some covering his eyes.

"That's...me?"

He barely finished his words when an agonizing pain struck him.

He fell to the ground clutching his hand in pain.

He had barely recovered when he heard footsteps towards him.

Before even thinking, Laurent rushed out from there, still clutching his head, in pain but managing to hide between bricks and rubles, escaping through the other side.

Getting onto the street with sparse people, due to it being in late in the night, Laurent got into the car which pulled up before him without thinking.

He slowly recovered.

According to his Memories, he was from the Miller family, an influential family in A city, dealing in car business.

The Miller family had business dealings with many other corporations and had a firm stronghold in the business industry.

The Miller family had two acclaimed geniuses, the Miller family's heir, Edward Miller,30, a man with both charisma and intelligence, at least, in the public's eyes, the one leading the company to greater heights and Jenna Miller, the top star of a popular entertainment industry.

Laurent sneered remembering all of those.

Then according to them, he was just an illegitimate child who took what wasn't his, and deserved to be left to die, plotted by them.

Laurent sneered coldly In his heart,'unfortunately, I'm not the same anymore, I'll take revenge for this body'.

Laurent was lost in his train of thought, not noticing the stare of the man sitting near him.

Feeling the strange hair, Laurent looked up to meet the man's cold gaze.

Holding his gaze a little longer than normal.

The man was dressed in a formal black suit, holding a very not ordinary looking iPad in his hand, Jet black hair slicked back, a few strands falling on his handsome face, his dark eyes staring at Laurent.

"Finally realizing you're in a different car?"

The man's deep, magnetic voice stunned Laurent and he snapped out of it.

Startled, looks around noticing that the car seemed different from the ones he'd seen before, it felt very much expensive.

"I..."

Laurent paused for a moment.

Calmly,"You are?"

The man paused slightly, as if surprised by his question, looks at him without a word.

He finally answered after looking out the car window from the other side.

"Damien"

Laurent nodded, quite awkward with the silence filling the air.

He played with his fingers. In his past timeline,he was a feared general, but he couldn't help feeling nervous in front of Damien.

Damien turned his head to look at Laurent only to see his head lowered, playing with his fingers.

Damien smiled faintly,his faced the other side, eyes filled with an indescribable expression....

"It's fine here"

The Limousine pulled up at one side of the street.

Laurent paused for a while and stared at the Man.

His head was lowered, the lights casting a shadow at his face.

"Thanks for the ride, Mr Damien"

The man just nodded slightly.

And after that, Laurent departed, waving lightly at the car while walking off in the distance.

"If fate permits we may meet again"

He walked further away, not noticing the smirk appearing on Damien's usually Stoic face.

"Who would've thought we'd meet so soon,and in this manner"

Damien mused, chuckling lightly, his words containing a hint of mystery and vagueness,his word hanging in the air.

Reverting to his usual Stoic face, he nodded at the chauffeur.

The Limousine drove away, speeding off into the darkness of the night.

..........

Laurent watched the Car till it was out of sight.

He frowned slightly.

"Such a remarkable person, If I had met him before, I'd have an impression.... but why am I having a feeling of familiarity?"

Pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind, he continued walking through the streets and alleys, eventually getting to a worn out building which looked like it would collapse at any minute.

According to the Original owner's memories, this was the 'house' he had been living after being abandoned by his family, before being plotted to die off during the explosion of the building.

Clenching his fists tightly, Laurent felt anger coursing through him. Anger at how much injustice the poor boy had suffered.

After calming down, Laurent proceeded to survey little worn out apartment. Walking inside,he noticed webs and cracks on the wall,due to poor maintenance and the absence of the resident.

All in all, the place was very small and cramped, with just a tiny room and a toilet, not other rooms.

Having been a general in his past timeline and going undercover for certain reasons, he had also seen and experienced many things, so he could still pretty much cope with it.

Laurent was about to start cleaning up when he remembered the state of his body, surprisingly, he didn't feel any pain in his body. He was surprised.

" This..."

Patting his body again to confirm that no pain was felt, he stood in a daze.

"Is it because I crossed over?"

He shook his head.

"Whatever"

Laurent paced around for a while trying to look for materials to clean up, eventually managing to clean up after some time.

He slumped onto a little desk in the corner, but stood up as if remembering something.

"Ah... I'm going to work"

Dragging his tired body, he finally rushed out of tiny apartment, locking the door behind him, hurrying to his workplace. He had a night shift.

Hurrying along,his eyebrow creased, he had skipped work for about a week now, mainly due to the incident that occured.

Laurent stopped in his tracks, it was best to lie low for a while. And besides, due to his extraordinary trained senses, he could sense someone following him, using the darkness as a guise to conceal themselves. He narrowed his eyes, continued walking, feigning cluelessness to lure out the person.

That is, until his nose faintly picked up a faint fragrance wafting in the air, he quickly controlled his breathing.

Hit with a pang of Dizziness, Laurent realized controlled breathing didn't help much as it seeped into his pores.

Seeing his swaying body, the person in the shadows swiftly jumped out, just enough time to receive a roundhouse kick at his gut, landing a few meters away, leaving him immobilized, his only exposed eyes staring at Laurent in unconcealed shock.

Just as Laurent wanted to take off his mask, unfortunately, because of his dulled senses due to that fragrance,he was knocked out from behind, his eyes blurry, as he fell unconscious.....