Under the bright lights, the silver corridor gave off a cold, eerie feeling.
It was cold, and heavy.
Luke sighed and slowly said to Aiden, "Hmm, I guess there's no way for you to go in."
"When I first came here, it took me two whole weeks to get back to normal."
"He's right. You're still too young. You haven't seen much. You might break easily."
"Let's go back."
After saying that, Luke's eyes showed pain. He clenched his fist without thinking, and his breathing grew heavier.
Aiden noticed Luke's change. His curiosity grew even stronger.
What was inside that mysterious silver corridor? Why did it make Luke act like he had a psychological wound?
"Go back, kid," the old voice said again.
But Aiden didn't turn around. He didn't move back. He just stood still.
"Okay," the voice said. "If you really don't want to leave and want to go in, that's fine."
"But if I see you're not doing well, I'll step in. It might hurt you a little."
