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??: How much time has passed since I've been here?
No matter how hard he tried to think, he could not determine how much time had passed while he was in this place.
His memories were blurred; he couldn't even remember his name or his age, and some of his memories he couldn't remember no matter how hard he tried, such as his childhood or why he came to this place.
??: ...….
If he had to describe this place, he would suffice with one sentence.
??: A tunnel with no beginning and no end.
A long tunnel that has no other paths except the way that comes forward or backward.
It was a dark place; he couldn't know the shape of the tunnel or the path except by placing his hands on the walls and feeling them to know the way.
The walls were damp and cold, but their texture was inconsistent. It was as if there were drawings drawn on them, but no matter how much I tried to feel them, I couldn't know the purpose of these drawings.
??: It seems that I have to continue my way.
The only reason that made him continue his way wasn't because his heart was full of hope or optimism.
But on the contrary, his heart was full of despair and extreme emptiness. If he could kill himself, he would have been able to end his suffering a long time ago.
But there was a strange force preventing him from death, as if it wanted him alive.
Every time he remembered the extent of his wretched luck, he couldn't help but laugh.
??: Hehe
A chuckle came out of him; you could feel the despair, emptiness, and loneliness.
He laughed at his pathetic state; he cannot remember who he is, who his parents are, or why he is in this strange place that prevents him even from killing himself or dying in any other way.
Even though he hadn't eaten for a long time, he didn't feel hunger, even though his skin was sticking to his stomach from the lack of food inside his body.
??: Ah…. my eyes.
His eyes were blinded by a light from afar that appeared out of nowhere.
He placed his hand between his eyes and the light before lowering it when his eyes got used to the light, which was similar to the light of a bright star.
??: Oh God, again??
But he didn't feel relief or optimism; maybe it was just one of his many hallucinations that appeared from his mind, which was filled with despair and loneliness.
Step after step until the distance between him and this light became shorter.
??: Cough, cough, finally I managed to reach here, but what is this place??
It seemed as if he had entered an old sanctuary full of spider webs everywhere.
It seemed that the place was made of a very shiny white material, and the light was coming from above as if the sun was shining from above it.
And in the middle of the place, there was a stone base similar to gold, with some strange drawings on it, and on top of it was a bag made of strange leather filled with blood that was dripping with blood.
He tried to search around him for an exit or equipment that would benefit him, but unfortunately, he didn't find anything to help him.
??: ...… It seems that I have no other choice.
He took the bag with all caution and waited for something to happen.
...….
Unknown: Oof
He felt relieved that nothing dangerous appeared.
He opened the bag slowly and cautiously.
In every moment he opened the bag, human features of a severed head inside were appearing.
But for a strange reason, he didn't feel fear, as if his body had abandoned all feelings except for one feeling that filled his heart.
A strong feeling he couldn't ignore.
He felt familiarity for this severed head, as if he had spent his whole life with this person.
But he didn't feel sorry for him; he felt as if...
That he deserved this fate strongly.
He pulled the head out slowly; it was a head with black hair that could drown the whole world in darkness, his hair reached his ears, and crimson eyes as if stained with blood, and pale olive skin, and his lips were dry as if he hadn't drunk water for years, and his facial features showed fatigue, despair, fear, and anxiety.
??: He looks fifteen years old.
The head was warm as if it had been just cut; blood was still coming out of its neck.
??: .....
He froze.
He was looking at the head with intense focus as if he was trying to remember something he had forgotten long ago.
...….
....
….
.
??: Oh, it's me.
No, it was an exact copy of his head.
??: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
When he noticed this strange similarity, a severe headache began to hit him.
Something that felt as if his mind wanted to escape from his body.
Some memories were appearing that he couldn't recognize.
Memories that he didn't know if he was the owner of.
Unknown: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
As if his soul wanted to forget this cursed event.
He tried with all his strength to hold on and grasp something.
But he felt the coldness of his limbs as if the blood no longer recognized his ownership of it.
THUD!!
His head hit the ground hard and he began to lose consciousness, but before his consciousness went to the world of darkness, he began to hear whispers.
??: .... Atabah
??: Do not forget ...… what ...….. you promised us
Atabah : Atabah ? (in a whisper)
Before he could think about the meaning of these words,
The darkness swallowed him.