Supernatural Investigation 101: Chronicles Of Nakashima Wakana

Where the heck she is?

Sitting cross-legged on the floor, she creases her forehead and stares at the white wall. 

The room without windows or doors must be only around four feet long and wide. The walls and floor are white and smooth. If she raises her arm, she can touch the ceiling. 

"How did I get here?" She mutters under her breath. The white room isn't dark. However, this place is making her nervous. It's not every day when one wakes up in a white room. Is she kidnapped or something?

"I was with Sayuri." She props her chin. "How did I end up here?"

Right! She picked up Matsuda Yuji's call.

"That doesn't explain this." She can't stand up because the room isn't big enough. She slaps the wall in front of her. It feels like concrete. Then, she's not inside a box. This feels too real to be a dream. She shouts with apprehension in her voice, "Hello, anyone out there? I am stuck inside this crazy place. Please help me out."

In the next instant, her palms only hit empty air. She realizes that the room has changed into an endless hall. She stands up, looking around. Which way should she go? 

"You are awake." The voice is husky and laced with a mocking tone. Wakana turns around and sees a man standing only ten feet away from her. The man is scrawny and yellow-skinned with completely black eyes and thin lips. His fat nose is slightly crooked, reminding her of parrot's beak. He is dressed in a v-necked violet t-shirt, dark jeans, and a long trenchcoat. 

"Did you bring me here?" Wakana asks him with a poker face. So, she's kidnapped. There's no point of showing fear. She must deal with this situation calmly. Certainly, this place is not an ordinary place and this man can't be ordinary either. Now, the question is whether he's alive or dead.

"I was playing around with your arrogant sister." The man c.o.c.ks his head and beams at her. "But I found something far more interesting than her. Nakashima Wakana, you can see the dead?"

"If you are a dead person, then I can see the dead." Wakana doesn't admit it directly. This person must be Matsuda Yuji. But he doesn't look so dead to her. His skin is too yellow and even the scleras of his eyes are black, but he sounds alive. He's something not human. If he was dead, then why is he asking her that question? 

Being observed by a weak woman like her is amusing him. He chuckles. "I haven't introduced myself properly. You have heard of me. I am Matsuda Yuji, the man who wanted to screw your sister. As a matter of fact, I am not dead. I intended to bring her here after messing up with her for some time, but she led me to you. You are far fore interesting than she is."

What did he intend to do with her sister after bringing her sister here? Wakana bites her lower lip and curls her fingers. This man is sick. She can feel it. The emotions that he's emitting are sordid and twisted. "I heard that you died."

"That was my host." Matsuda Yuji replies with an amused look in his eyes, "I took that body around two months ago. In fact, my real name is not Matsuda Yuji."

Taking another person's body? Wakana widens her eyes. How is that possible? How long he's been alive for? "Are you a demon?"

The man shakes his head and laughs. "My appearance might be strange, but I am not a demon. This is my gift. I can transfer my soul to another body."

"Then, why did Matsuda Yuji die like that?" She looks at him with disbelief. "Did you kill him?"

"He was dead from the moment I took over his body." The man sighs. "I wanted to live for a while longer, screwing models and actresses. Then, your beautiful sister caught my eye. No matter what I did, she wouldn't give in to me. That's why I ruined her show by leaving Matsuda Yuji's body in the midst of her fashion show. I went inside her phone and tried to scare her."

 He chortles. Nakashima Sayuri tried everything to get rid of the phone. Seeing that woman crying at night in fear has been entertaining. 

"Her phone?" She frowns at him. 

"I can move inside any object whether it's alive or dead." He steps toward her in a languid manner. "I was human once. When I died, I found out about my skill. Back then, I was weak. I had to live inside a host for a while before I could take over completely. I became stronger with time."

He pauses for a moment, studying her frame. There's something alluring about her. She shines brightly to him, making him feel a certain thrill. He licks his lips. Her scent is sweet and gravitating. What could it be? 

This person is like a demon. Wakana steps back as he moves closer to her. He possesses people or objects. Is she going to be possessed by him next? She must find a way to get out of this place. "Where are we now?"

"Oh, this place?" He takes another step toward her. "This is my secondary gift. At first, I had to jump from one body to another without rest. One day, I found myself here. I can manipulate this dimension according to my will. I can bring anyone here."

F.u.c.k! Wakana curses in her head. His secondary skill is cooler than hers. Why can't she have a special dimension like this? She doesn't want to see ghosts or feel emotions. But living as a parasite is rather sick. "I don't understand why you brought me here."

Her back hits the wall. Wakana gasps when he appears only inches away from her. Matsuda Yuji places his hands on the wall, locking her between his arms; and then, he leans closer to her face. "Because I want to know more about you, Nakashima Wakana."