Humans search for their purpose throughout their life, but no one can find it when they search for it because purpose is something that cannot be found rather be created by using their own perspective.

  This world is full of different kinds of people who have their own purposes. Each one is different from others. Some live a normal life by disturbing no one while others not only change their life but also others by using their powers.

  There are also people like Hiyose Ken whose life is nothing short of craziness.

  Ken’s life was complicated. He hadn’t made a decision of his own. It felt like the universe was always against him.

  Since middle school, whenever he needed to decide something, he flipped a coin. Heads or tails, yes or no. Friends called it superstition. Ken called it survival. Letting fate decide meant he didn’t have to. But of course, he never won.

  Today, fate had chosen to humiliate him further as he was slammed by the bus door in the morning. He sighed and started the long walk to college. His house lay on the far edge of town, the road cutting close to the forest before curving back toward the city. Most people avoided the forest path due to stories of disappearances and strange whispers. Birds fell silent whenever someone passed.

  Ken didn’t like it either. But he liked being late even less… only to be late anyway.

  He sat through lectures alone, ate lunch alone, and counted the minutes until freedom. College had been a year of repeated observations: life happened to other people. He was always on the edge, never really a part of it.

  Sometimes he wondered if anyone would notice if he vanished. He didn’t really care about the answer. He doesn't like trying as he thought trying and losing would make a person more worried.

  "Every one in this world wants to prove themselves as right, they won't accept their mistake even if it is obvious," he thought.

  "Most do not even try to understand themselves, they don't know-," Ken opinion on human ethics.

  "Humans that don't understand themselves don't get to understand others," he muttered.

  "I wish I could change their perspective, but who am I to change others," he wondered, smiling.

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  During the break,

  He sat alone in the corner of the class, waiting for the break to be over. Some of his classmates were discussing about the football match that happened the previous day. Some were sharing their life experiences with their friends, while the remaining ones in the class were discussing the chaos prince.

  Ken couldn’t help but hear some of their words; he wanted to leave even though he couldn’t.

  By the time the day ended, the sun hung low in the sky, orange and lazy, just like him. Ken threw his backpack over one shoulder. His stomach grumbled. Thoughts drifted. He chose to walk home.

  The coin in his pocket pressed against his thigh.

  Heads or tails. Go or stay.

  He tossed it. Time slowed. Heads.

  Ken froze. He had never won a flip before. Not once. And now, it was telling him to step into the forest.

  For the first time in years, he wasn’t leaving it to chance.

  “Of course,” he muttered bitterly. “Even the universe can’t keep me from making my own mistakes.”

  He stepped off the road and into the shadows of the forest.

  The trees closed around him, familiar yet alien. The air smelled of wet earth. Somewhere deep inside, a memory tugged at him: stone. A drop of blood. A voice that sounded familiar.

  Ken stopped, heart racing. He had been here before, hadn’t he? Or maybe it was just a dream. But it didn’t feel like a dream. Coincidence… or my life incident? he asked himself. The forest felt intentional. The shadows twisted unnaturally, and the silence waited.

  Meanwhile,

  In a prison at Maxil,

  A man was hurting himself by hitting the walls with both his hands and his legs. His body is full of injuries. He wanted to escape, but he couldn't. Everyday he would scream out of anger even though everyone present in the prison can hear it, no one except one asked him about it.

  Nearby him in another cell was another strong man who cannot sleep properly because of the screamer.

  "Change your mind, are you still hoping to kill him?" He asked.

  "Of course I am, how can he do such things? Why does my father stopped me there?" The screamer replied, muttering the same words that he was telling all through his time at prison.

  "No one can save us, don't waste your energy by screaming," The nearby one muttered.

  Back to Ken,

  Ken expected nothing. Just a walk. Nothing more. That was his life: unremarkable, lonely, uneventful.

  Yet, as he moved closer to the clearing, a cave stood gaping before him. Dark stone, jagged edges.

  “Something feels odd,” he muttered.

  "Seek it out and..." Ken singing while crouching to inspect the entrance.

  A chill ran down his spine. Smooth stone, rough patches, and a faint red stain. Blood?

  Jagged letters carved into the stone read: One life, One choice, One moment.

  Ken laughed nervously. “Of course. Cryptic nonsense. That’s my life.”

  But a pulse ran through his arm. The forest leaned closer. A whisper of anticipation stirred in his mind.

  Whatever happens next, he thought, it starts here.

  And as he stepped fully into the cave, he didn’t realize the coin that had always chosen for him had chosen him this time.