FRIST ANGEL:The Cursed Monster
The story beginsin a beautiful town, one of many recently plagued by a mysterious wave of suicides.
One evening, a policeman named Arjun was returning home when he saw a man being harassed by a group of thugs. Arjun intervened, scattering the bullies. The shaken man, introducing himself as Karan, grasped Arjun's hand. "Your kindness will be returned soon," he promised.
When Arjun arrived home, he was greeted by his wife, Priya, and their young daughter, Riya. Over dinner, Priya mentioned, "Riya's new tuition teacher is starting tomorrow. I have a good feeling about him."
The next morning, the doorbell rang. Arjun opened the door and froze. Standing on his doorstep was Karan, the man he had helped just the night before.
"You!" they both exclaimed in unison.
Inside, Karan explained, "You helped me in my darkest moment. I wish to return the favor. Please, let me teach Riya for free." Though hesitant, Arjun and Priya, moved by his sincerity, agreed.
The days turned into weeks. Karan was a perfect teacher and a gracious guest. He became like family. One day, he arrived with astonishing news. "I won the lottery!" he announced, his eyes shining. "Seven million! Please, you must accept two million. You have shown me an unexpected love I have never known."
A month later, Karan arrived with tears in his eyes. "I must leave this town," he whispered, his voice thick with sorrow. The family was heartbroken.
The next morning, as Arjun walked to duty, Karan stopped him one last time. "A parting gift," he said, pressing a storybook into Arjun's hands. "For Riya."
As he walked, Arjun absentmindedly flipped through the book.
Once upon a time, there was a lonely monster. He was cursed. He would disguise himself as a helpless man, and when kind souls took him in, he would fill their lives with joy and fortune. But the curse demanded a terrible price: when he left, he would leave behind the deepest, most profound sadness of their lives. The monster was a vessel of borrowed happiness, destined to always move on.
Arjun's blood ran cold. The last page of the story was torn out.
Suddenly, his phone rang. It was his neighbor, screaming, "Arjun! Come quickly! Your house!"
Panic seized him. He sprinted back home, his heart pounding. He burst through the door to a scene from his worst nightmare. His wife and daughter lay lifeless on the floor. And standing there was Karan, holding a gun.
Their eyes met. A single, sorrowful tear traced a path down Karan's cheek. "The curse must be fed," he whispered. Then, he turned the gun on himself.
As Arjun fell to his knees, a crumpled piece of paper fluttered from Karan's grip. It was the missing last page of the storybook.
...But the monster was not alone. He was merely a puppet, a cursed soul controlled by a far greater evil—a Shadow Monster who fed on human despair. After the cursed monster completed his task, the Shadow Monster would arrive to collect the sorrow.
From the shadows near the doorway, a familiar, creepy laugh echoed. A figure bent down, picked up the storybook, and smiled. Then, it turned and walked away, heading towards the next beautiful town.