Many people converge to the table to help you out. A handful of them go and check over the father, only to find him to be barely conscious.

"Mathew! Oh my gos.h.!.+ Mathew! Mathew!"

The wife shouts and jerks her husband. A couple of people stop her from doing that since he is in a lot of pain.

His face is bleeding profusely with dozens of gla.s.s shards protruding.

He is gasping for air as one shard has pierced his throat.

A person has to apply pressure there to stop the bleeding.

Seeing that state, a lot of people immediately look back at the kid with a horrifying expression. They could not believe what he just did.

As for you, you have a guilty expression on.

Without overwhelming fear to suppress the kid's angers and resentments built-up over the years, he unleashes it all on his father in a violent outburst.

If no one had stopped him, he would have become a murderer.

You nearly made someone a murderer.

You find a seat to get that through your head.

While it is true that all those bottled up emotions will eventually break free, turning him into a psycho years later, it is still your fault for setting off the ticking time-bomb.

You tell yourself to be vigilant. Your power can make people do the extremes.

The stalker takes a seat opposite from you, right after she talks to a handful of people.

She even records their statement with her handheld ca.s.sette player, acting very much like a journalist or a detective.

"You did something, didn't you? I know you did. It is the same with that girl."

You didn't answer her.

As a matter of fact, you try your best to ignore her.

Speaking of Ashley and her boyfriend, they headed out the toilet when the commotion started. Their clothes are in shamble, but no one gives them the strange look.

Ashley and her boyfriend are as horrified as anyone else in the room at the b.l.o.o.d.y scene.

The ambulance soon arrives to treat the father and the kid as well as the mother and her frightened daughter.

They all went to the hospital nearby before the cops arrival.

"So, you're saying that the kid just went crazy and did that to his father?"

You nod and make sure the cop knows that the father was beating his kid over the head beforehand.

A few people in the restaurant attest to your statement, which is weird.

You a.s.sume there would be more.

Everyone saw what happened between the father and the child before the violent confrontation, but they did not mention it.

Some men even try to play it down as it was a gentle slap. They do it all the time to lecture their own children.

Wow! You are lucky that your deadbeat dad is out of your life or you would have to deal with this kind of bulls.h.i.+t.

Once the cops take everyone's statement and examine the scene, they allow everyone go home.

They will make contact if there is need for further statement – which is unlikely.

You head out of the restaurant long with everyone.

When you are at your car, you realize you didn't pay for the pizza.

Considering that no one did, you decide to go with the flow.

You enter your car and begin driving home.

By the time you reach the highway, you notice you are being tailed.

There is a car that follow you right from the restaurant.

It obviously isn't a cop. There is no need for them to follow you even if they are suspicious. They could just look up where you live and go there directly.

Therefore, it is that stalker again.

Although you couldn't see her face in the car due to nighttime, the attribute and skillset window that hovering around her is a dead giveaway.

You decide to go for a detour around a black neighborhood, seeing if she would follow.

To your amazement, she did.

She is incredibly bold.

Once you saw a few g.a.n.g.b.a.n.gers walking down the street in a group, chatting away and giving you the look, it is time to leave the area.

A white boy in black neighborhood is asking for trouble.

Violence crimes are still very high during this time of the year.

Back on the highway, you keep an eye out for a motel.

You didn't want to lead your stalker back to your own home or you will never see the last of it.

Once you parked your car, you get out and look at the driveway to see if she pulls into the motel.

She pulls in the motel without hesitation.

She even parks her car right next to you.

"Nice seeing you again. So, do you live around here?"

You roll your eyes and head into the motel and get a room.

The receptionist is a cute lady.

She is also married from the ring on her finger.

Her husband is down the hall, having a brawl with a broken ice machine.

"Well, h.e.l.lo. What can I do for you, sweetheart?"

The lady asks.

"I'll take a room. Don't know how long I will be here, since I have a stalker following me. Have to lose her first or tire her out."

You answer.

The lady laughs and nods. She pa.s.ses you a key to a room on a ground level, some distance away from where you park your car.

"There is a backdoor in the bathroom."

She whispers.

You thank her and accept the key. When you head out and to your room, your stalker pa.s.ses you by.

"Hi. Can I get a room? Next to the person who just left if possible. I'm following a strong lead at the moment. Attempted murder, just down the road. If anything happens to me in the next few days, that person did it."

You drop the keys when you heard that.

The receptionist nearly chokes. She smiles weakly before handling over the key.

It isn't for the room next to you since the adjacent rooms already have people in them.

You thank G.o.d for little mercy before heading back to your car.

Your stalker also went back to her car, thinking you are about to bolt.

When at your car, you open the trunk and look inside so that your upper body obscured from view.

You then take out a typewriter from your Inventory, giving the illusion that you're taking it out of the trunk.

You would really love to take it out in the room to save the exercise, but you will not be able to explain why it is in your room later.

With the typewriter in both hands, you stand up straight and try to close the trunk with your elbow.

The woman closes it for you. She gives you a smile afterwards.

"Are you a journalist? I'm a journalist myself."

She becomes a lot friendlier.

"No. I'm a…"

You pause. Why did you need to answer her question? You didn't even know her name!

"The name is Celine. What's yours?"

"Mark. I'm not a journalist, so can you stop following me already? I know as much as you about what happened in that restaurant."

You give your friend's name instead.

Let Mark deals with the stalkers.

"Only someone who have something bad to hide would takes detours and live out in motels instead of returning home. Don't tell me you don't live in LA, because I swear you graduated from California College of Art."

Hearing that, you decide to ignore her and head to your room with the incredibly heavy typewriter.

If you talk any further, she will know about everything about you and probably more.

Her exceptional Intelligence stat on the attribute window is not a joke.

As for how Celine knows where you have studied and graduated, there are several things littered in your car that tell her, especially that huge sticker on the b.u.mper.

Celine deduces the rest from just you had studied at the College.

She would make an excellent detective with her Deductive Skill, which is B-Rank Plus.

Her first question is obviously fis.h.i.+ng, since she would already know that you are a screenwriter from where you studied.

Once you are in your room, you lock and door and set the typewriter on the desk. You stare out of the window, seeing her waving back at you from her room.

She is probably going to watch you work all night.

Well, good luck to her.

You have a couple more days until the weekend, when you must meet up with Mark and Michael for a movie and to discuss business.

You are currently free to farm some rewards.

After taking your seat at the desk and staring at the typewriter, you begin remembering all the songs you previously heard back in your old life.

There is a lot in pa.s.sing memory since the Music Industry in the previous world is well developed, but you couldn't recall the complete lyrics no matter how hard you try.

However, thanks to your new power, you can rewrite the lyric to fit. Most of the time, it is a lot better than the original.

You work throughout the night, writing a dozen more songs.

With each new song composed, you wait to hear if the System awards you with anything.

By the time you reach your tenth song, the System finally calls out.

[Congratulation. You have composed 10 songs!]

[You are another step towards becoming one of the greatest music producers ever lived!]

[A random reward has been awarded to you. The item is placed into your Inventory.]

You smile and keep on going as you are on fire.

It also because you couldn't really take out the reward with Celine watching you. Having a chest made of solid gold appear out of thing air will certainly raise suspicion.

You will have to check what you been rewarded when you take a shower later.

You hope it is not a troll chest again.