In The Night You Died, We Were... // ENG

We Will Find A Way

Yeonjun had just woken up. He could still smell the strong "scent" of the smoke that had enveloped him before finally giving into the temptation to close his eyes. Nausea barely allowed him to open his eyes, causing him a severe headache that luckily for him, didn't last long. When he regained awareness, he realized that he was no longer on the train that goes from school to his small village, but in a bedroom in which he had never entered before. He was lying on the ground, so his body instinctively started to sit up, when it was blocked by a greater force that kept him lying on the ground. His wrists and ankles were firmly chained to the ground with no escape. He looked around, towards the right side: the room was adorned with antiques, the walls strictly white and so all the tapestry. At the back of the room a glass door opened onto what appeared to be a mini balcony. The room, however, was extremely dark, despite the fact that he could see that outside those walls it was day: not a beautiful day, it was cloudy, but the sky still gave off light which, for some strange reason that he could not understand, did not illuminate the interior of the room. To separate it from that source but at the same time non-source of light, a very high double bed, covered with a white quilt that fell on the sides of the piece of furniture, touching the ground. At the ends, two bedside tables with two lamps, only one of which was on, and emanating a light that reminded Yeonjun of the lights of an hospital.

Unlike a hospital light, however, this was much weaker, just enough to allow him to see around him. He struggled, but looked over his head to find a very large two-door wardrobe which, according to him, was too old and could not stand up for long. He looked at his right which seemed to be empty until he noticed an open door that led to an apparent corridor.

He tensed instantly: his arms covered in goosebumps, his eyes locked on the figure that appeared at the entrance to the room. A boy with fiery red hair was looking at him so intensely that Yeonjun felt his soul pervade, as if he was trying to pierce his eyes with his gaze, and Yeonjun thought he could perfectly do it. The figure inculcate such fear that he did not even think of the idea of ​​running away or trying to move. He knew very well that he wouldn't be able to do it anyway, but if it wasn't for the fear of the moment, he probably would have tried to free himself from the grip that was holding him tight to the floor.

Those minutes of intense gazes seemed endless to Yeonjun, but he didn't intend to stop looking, and if the boy killed him, he would still be watching for the fear of losing against that gaze that had troubled him for too long. But suddenly the boy moved and closed the door.

Yeonjun immediately felt much better, but the situation still didn't allow him to completely relax. In short, he had just experienced one of the scariest moments of his life, despite the fact that nothing had happened in itself. He tried to calm down and take matters into his own hands: whoever that boy was, he would not be gone for long, he was sure of that, and it was probably the one who had chained him to the floor. He looked at his wrists to be able to find some malfunction or opening that would allow him to free his arm, but everything seemed to be perfectly calculated: he had no escape. Instantly a lot of thoughts made their way into his head, filling him with fears of what would happen next. He looked around again to figure out what to do; but he knew in himself that there was nothing to be done, that even if he took a cutter he would still not be able to free himself from the grip. He looked towards the glass window when he noticed something strange: a silhouette of a crouched person was hit by the light so strong that it made it completely black. He tried to somehow attract the attention of the figure, but he couldn't, it seemed to be immersed in its own world. Trying to get his feet off the chains, Yeonjun bumped his head into the two-door wardrobe behind him. His first fear was that the wardrobe would fall on him, but this didn't happen and Yeonjun caught his breath.

The silhouette was still crouched the same way as before, the loud noise made by Yeonjun's head against the wardrobe didn't seem to have touched it in the slightest. A sudden noise behind him woke him from his ocean of thoughts and ideas. One of the two doors opened, revealing a person Yeonjun knew well: