Chapter 5: Maybe Not A Great Idea

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Ji-Woon listened to the girl's fearful voice on the other side of the door as his golden eyes searched around the tiny bedroom he was locked in.  He could get himself out of there if he tried, either by breaking the door or the window, but he wanted to do it his way; convincing the fan who locked him in here to let him out, letting her think he wanted to see her only to help her meet a slow and painful end.  He imagined slowly carving his colorful knives through the girl's skin and watching the crimson pour from the cuts until she was drained of life.  The sounds of pained cries and terrified screams filled his head, blocking out the sound of her voice for a few moments.  A smile came to his face at the thought.  He wasn't lying when he said she had a sweet voice, he could only imagine how lovely her screams must sound.  

He leaned back against the door while his fingers played with one of his colorful knives in his hands.  He didn't know if this girl had taken his knives or if they had fallen out of his jacket pockets during his supposed fall, but he always had one or two in his back pocket.  Just in case he needed an extra.  Ji-Woon swiped his thumb across the glassy blade, waiting for (Y/N) to finish her ridiculous story. 

As he listened to her shaky voice however, he had to wonder if she was telling the truth.  She was right, if she was an obsessive fan, he would have dealt with her long before he was swept up by The Fog.  That was one problem that was solved in the Entity's Realm, no more obsessive fans stalking him.  He didn't have any contact with people like that after entering The Fog, only with other killers and his beloved survivors he played cat and mouse with in an endless cycle of death.  There was no way she should know any of this.  The story she gave actually wasn't that different from how he ended up in The Fog in the first place.  It would still be a mystery as to why it dropped him here however.  Not that he really cared what The Entity decided to do, as long as it didn't mess with him too much.  

One part that was concerning to him was when she stated she didn't know how exactly he got here or how he could go back.  And that he was nothing more than a fictional game character here.  She made it sound like no one knew him, that anyone who knew who he was would never believe he was real.  People might see the resemblance to the character but would think of him as a fake.  He had no fame, no reputation, no one who would recognize his face and scream his name at the sight of him. He would have to completely start over.  

The thought was quickly turning into a burning anger for the admiration and reputation he had lost by the time (Y/N) was done her story.  He would never admit to having an obsession or need for attention and fame, but he knew there was an empty feeling filling him that could only be satisfied by the fear or praise of the people who adored him.  Right now, waking up to this sudden drastic change and the threat of all his fame being taken away, it was a void that needed to be filled.  He needed a stress reliever.  His mind drifted back to wondering what (Y/N)'s screams would sound like.  What music he could make with her.  He was getting impatient to leave this small room.

(Y/N) had gone silent while he was lost in his murderous thoughts and was now calling out his name with a voice filled with uncertainty, a sound that put a wide grin on his face.  He stayed silent, allowing her to call for him a few more times and soaking up the pleasure he felt from her soft, concerned voice saying his name before finally responding.  "Yes sweetheart, I'm still listening."  There was a relieved sigh from the other side of the door.  What, was she actually concerned from his lack of response or something?  "You know quite a bit about me, don't you?  I don't think it's fair I don't know anything about you, why don't you open the door so we can talk.  I promise I won't harm you, I have no reason to, do I?"  Ji-Woon held back his laughter as the girl outside the room seemed to think about this, twirling the knife in his hands impatiently.  

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