𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗘𝗧 𝗥𝗘𝗗• 𝗦. 𝗞𝗔𝗡𝗚

𝑡 ℎ 𝑖 𝑟 𝑡 𝑦

- box 1 , 2 and 3

[K a n g S a e - b y e o k]

When you lose someone your mind will do everything to convince you that they are still alive. That they're still somehow breathing, regardless if they've been stabbed or shot. And the problem is that, you'll believe it.

You'll muster up as many reasons you have to just to relieve the pain.

Even though I know Ryung's gone. Even when I know I can no longer talk to her. I can no longer feel her cold touch. Or her laugh. No longer yearn for her smile. She's gone. But still, my mind thinks she isn't.

But my heart burns. Ripping and my skin, closing slowly between my rib cage. Reciprocating the pain she had felt. Reflecting every little detail.

Mentally or physically nothing can compare to how much it hurts to know that she died not knowing how much I love her.

Maybe that's why my mind isn't responding nor catching up as quick. Maybe that's why my art aches so bad. I love her so much, so much that my body is willingly going through all of this to prove it. Regardless if there no one there to prove it to.

I look down at my feet. Curling my legs closer to my chest. Feeling the unsteady beat of my heart, hitting the front of my thighs.

I don't want to be around anyone at the moment. I can here everyone shouting. It sounds even louder in hear now since the lack of human activity allows the sound to move around quicker. Echoing off the walls.

It sounds so blurred. I'm trying to only focus on what they're saying but I still can't hear anything. That was until the guards started to walk into a line towards the front of the hall.

"May we have your attention please." The whispering, the shouting stops. Immediate to listen to the instructions only hoping this will be the last time we ever have to. But, we all know it isn't.

The red suited men stand behind and in front of three black boxes. Each one painted with there dedicated numbers.

"Please stand in one line in front of one of the three boxes at random. Let me repeat, please stand in one line in front of one of the three boxes at random."

The line slowly start to form. Swarming between each of the boxes. Only two stood at box one. Ten standing at box two. 6 standing at box three.

The guards just nod slowly. Not lifting the boxes, or explaining the meaning to the three boxes. Just leaving silently. Rolling the silver platters out of the hall. Painting the number of players that stood at each one on top of the boxes.

"You may return to your spaces." The guard walked out slowly. The rest of the masked men walked along behind him. Does closing at a dangerously slow pace.

If I had the energy I would try to calculate the next game by looking at the walls. But right now I kind of hoped I'd die in here. But at the same time I remember Cheol. Who stood on the other side of this island. Waiting for his sister to return her promise she kept.

But still. There was a small part of me that hoped this would be my last night staying in here. And it was clear I wasn't the only one thinking the same.

[Narrator]

"The votes came in." The screen piped up with the exact amount of numbers dedicated to each box. Along with the players names and numbers.

The front man hummed in satisfaction. Hiding his prideful smile underneath his mask. Grabbing the second file his fingers skimmed through the paper. Tracing out the profile pictures. Lapsing his teeth onto his lips with a slight shudder. "We'll this is going to be fun."

His eyes watched the cameras that covered the main room. Closing the files slowly, placing it onto the silver try held out by the guards.

"You know what to do." He nodded slowly.

Within seconds the guards had left the room. Instant to head down to the bottom corridors.

"Do you have the key?" Handing it carefully into his hands he unlocked the pink painted door.

"Take 1 and 3 down to bottom basements." Replacing his black gloves with the surgical gloves. Ensuring there covers past his wrists.

"Make it quick. We don't have a lot of time before the next game."

"Yes sir."

A/N:

Y'all we're nearly done ;-;