CHAPTER 67: Jethro; Who am I?

"Okay, Elodia". He typed, replying to the girl he met online due to their weird occurrence. "Jethro?" A voice called, making him close his laptop immediately. "Jethro! What are you doing awake this late at night?" His Elder brother asked, looking worried at him. Jethro sat there, his hands holding tightly to his laptop, giving no reply. "I hope you are not chatting with those weird online friends of yours. You need to sleep" Androse voiced, standing in front of his younger brother. "They're not weird" Jethro angrily said; "they're experiencing exactly what I'm going through now" Androse said by his younger brother's side, looking worriedly at him, "Jethro, there is nothing like supernaturals or a supernatural world". "They're only humans. No werewolves, seers, fairies, vampires. They don't exist. They're just figments of people's imagination, people of deluded minds" "You have to stop obsessing over this and move on with your life. I'm worried" Androse voiced, his worry palatab