Hazeed : Guardian Of The World

The Pink Package

"Whose package is this?" Hazeed asked, gazing at the wall, but he couldn't find anyone there.

Still startled, the man saw a series of strange numerical codes. He often encountered such random numbers when downloading or logging into web pages on the internet.

"Welcome back, Mr. H! With Me."

Hazeed finally felt relieved upon hearing Omega's voice. This made Hazeed think that the codes he had seen earlier were sent to him by the system.

"What else do I need to do? If I've received the package, does that mean it's safe?" Hazeed spoke through his old cellphone to Omega.

"Reload system, activated!" Omega kept repeating that command. "What's happening?" muttered Hazeed.

"Oh no! So it's not finished yet?" grumbled Hazeed, seeing his phone suddenly spinning without any signal on the screen, proving that this mission was still incomplete.

"A pink package. Hufht! Very tacky. Who could have sent a package with wrapping like this? It's very strange and doesn't make sense, too exaggerated in my opinion," Hazeed said while climbing onto the platform and returning to sit on one of the passenger seats nearby.

The situation at Uzibey Tunnel was very quiet. Hazeed then saw a group of punk kids running as if being chased by something. Around four to six teenagers dressed in punk fashion suddenly moved in slow motion, entertaining Hazeed.

"So strange, what are those kids doing in a place like this?" mused Hazeed. Hazeed's gaze then shifted to the code on one of the walls of the same building, identical to what he had seen on the station wall earlier.

"Why is that code identical?" said Hazeed while continuing to follow the direction of the randomly arranged codes.

His memory was indeed very sharp, making it easy for him to memorize things. At the same time, his old cellphone rang again, indicating that Omega had prepared the next command for Hazeed to follow this time.

"Omega gives the command."

"Hah! Stupid! This platform is very high while the wall over there is much taller," muttered Hazeed.

"Do you think I'm foolish to jump like that? You want to smash my head and crush my bones instantly.

Then a train will come and run over my body?" Hazeed said while measuring the estimated height of the platform barrier against the row of buildings next to it.

"Impossible!" Hazeed then stepped up towards the roof of the building. He then jumped from there. A very high jump made Hazeed float quickly and almost unbelievably. But what he did managed to take him beyond the opposite side of the station.

Hazeed immediately landed, almost slipping and almost colliding with the punk-styled kids. Hazeed, who was almost late in correcting his landing position, almost touched one of the punks at the back of the group.

"Hey buddy, what's your problem with me? Do you want to ruin my best costume for today's carnival?" said the kid who was almost bumped into by Hazeed, staring at him in wonder.

Hazeed immediately apologized. He really didn't want to deal with the chaotic punk kids. "Sorry, it was unintentional," said Hazeed, hastily picking up his fallen package and walking toward the wall where the codes were seen stuck. "That guy is weird, but where did he come from? Isn't this place only accessible through the back road over there?" muttered one of the punk kids to their companion. "Hey, has my medicine started working? I remember... I haven't even taken it. But I definitely saw that guy jump over the train tracks," one of the punk kids chimed in. "You're so stupid! Absolutely crazy. I thought I was hallucinating and seeing things. Turns out you saw him jump too. That means both of us, with our four eyes, saw the fancy and handsome man fly, hahaha," said one punk kid looking disoriented while embracing their friend and laughing afterward. "Come on, we have to meet Mazda soon. I can't wait. I really need to get that money," said the punk kid, urging their companions to meet someone named Mazda.

Meanwhile, Hazeed was now in front of the wall where he had seen those codes again. He then walked following those codes moving to the right, leading to a building that resembled an empty apartment and a skyscraper that had long been abandoned by its owner.

Both buildings bordered the underground station and one of the city's largest chemical factories.

Hazeed's steps almost halted when he realized the punk kids were heading toward the same place as him. A place that seemed deserted and far from anyone, which had a small iron door that almost resembled a prison door.

"They seem used to coming to this place!" exclaimed Hazeed, observing the punk kids effortlessly accessing the iron-plated door in the distance.

"It looks like there's no guard," remarked Hazeed as he watched the punk kids swiftly enter without any restrictions or checks.

Hazeed then stealthily followed into the place. The small door wasn't locked, allowing Hazeed to easily open it.

"Hey, you finally came here." A voice of a beautiful woman startled Hazeed.

"Oh, um, sorry, I was actually looking for the restroom," stuttered Hazeed.

While the woman approached him, Hazeed tried to discreetly slip the pink package behind his back.

"A restroom? But weren't you delivering that package to someone you know? Come on, follow me!" the woman said, pulling Hazeed's hand, almost dragging him along.

Hazeed reflexively followed the woman. Her stunning figure beneath the tight black dress intrigued Hazeed's mind. With perfectly styled hair and very high heels, her attractiveness heightened.

Hazeed wondered, "The woman's appearance is so different and contrasts sharply with the appearance of the punk kids who entered this place a few minutes ago."

"What's your name? As a user, we don't really need to introduce ourselves. But I insist because you'll be coming here often," the woman said while confidently striding ahead of Hazeed.

Hazeed didn't answer. Honestly, he was quite surprised by the recent question.