Riz’s Imaginary

  1. The Beginning A was a stand-up comedian. On stage, he could make hundreds of people laugh. But when the lights went out, he was just a man with an ordinary face — haunted by insecurity and loneliness. Ever since his parents died in a car crash, A grew up believing no one could truly love him. Until one day, he met her — a simple woman who saw not his looks, but his heart. They married. For the first time in his life, he felt chosen, worthy, whole. It was a happiness he thought he would never deserve. 2. The Tragedy The day his wife gave birth was supposed to be the happiest day of his life. Instead, it became his nightmare. The delivery went wrong — too much blood, too fast. By the time the doctors came out, the room was quiet. His wife was gone. But in her place was a baby girl — S . A shattered completely. He wanted to give up, to disappear, to stop existing. But when he looked down and saw the tiny hand clutching his finger — he knew. That was his rea...

  1. The Beginning – The Kidnapping The evening was ordinary until the phone rang. A — a seasoned police agent — answered, expecting routine. Instead, a calm, mocking voice changed everything. “Your daughter’s with us. Don’t call anyone. Don’t try to find her. We’ll be in touch.” Then silence. Panic flooded him. Ten years of service, ten years of protecting others — and now his own child was gone. The man behind it was R , a ruthless crime lord A had spent years trying to bring down. A waited for a ransom call. It never came. When R finally contacted him, it wasn’t for money. “You’re going to work for me,” R said. “You’ll feed me every move your department makes. You help me, you get your daughter back. You refuse — she dies.” A’s throat went dry. If he agreed, he’d betray everything he’d sworn to uphold. If he refused — his little girl would die. There was no good choice. Only hell in two directions. 2. Two Months of Betrayal He agreed. Each night, A pass...

(Story by All-X - refined with the help of AI editing) A and B had known each other since they were kids. Back then, their world was small — just the neighborhood, a dusty PS2, and one shared obsession: Monster Hunter . Every evening after school, they’d meet at A’s place, two controllers tangled in cables, yelling across the room. “Oi, you took the last potion again!” A would shout. B would laugh, “Because you keep dying first, dumbass!” They’d laugh until A’s mom yelled at them to lower the volume. Years blurred together. They grew up, graduated, drifted, reconnected — the kind of friendship that always picked up where it left off. Until the night at the bar. The Bar A spotted him first. “Hey!” he called, raising a hand. B turned — sharp haircut, new clothes, confident posture. Different. But the eyes were the same. They sat together. Two beers. Small talk. But something was… off. The jokes didn’t land. The silences stretched. A laughed nervously. “Man, it’s weird. Fe...