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ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ ᴬᵈᵘˡᵗ | ᴿᵒᵐᵃⁿᶜᵉ | ᴰʳᵃᵐᵃ
In the ominous atmosphere of the Moonlit Residence, adolescents without parental love are confronted with their deepest fears. Yeonjun, abandoned by his mother, steps through the gates of this mysterious...
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Yeonjun had been so tired and exhausted that he lay down right after the people had left his new room. His limbs ached, his stomach was still bursting from the food and his head was in desperate need of rest.
There were too many impressions.
Too many new people.
Too much pain, which the young Korean had to endure last night. That's why he was looking forward to finally lying in a soft bed, relaxing his body and closing his eyes.
A dreamless sleep would have been exactly what Yeonjun wanted, but unfortunately he was not spared that night either.
Like so many nights before, he was plagued by nightmares.
This time, he had simply ignored the line between the will to sleep and the fear of terrible dreams, not caring about it and thus being punished. More and more often, especially in the last few weeks, terrible images appeared before his eyes.
A burning house, arguing with other people, the ticking of a clock, an abandoned hut in the woods and the screaming of a girl.
These were just some of the things Yeonjun dreamed about.
Above all, it was the feeling of lack of recognition and criticism that plagued him.
Wherever he rushed, whenever he plunged into dreams, it was the pressure on his chest that made it difficult to breathe. The pressure that the nameless figure exerted on him as it pressed him to the ground.
A feeling of suffocation.
Even though he struggled, thrashed around and tried to pull the faceless man's strong hands from his neck, he couldn't do it.
Again and again.
Night after night.
Until he woke up drenched in sweat.
Now Yeonjun was lying there, still in his washed-out jeans and black hoodie. He hadn't had the energy to change his clothes that evening or to check how many and what clothes were in his sports bag. Now the T-shirt stuck to his skin and the rapid breathing with which he tried to cope with his shock echoed in the room. A faint ray of sunlight came in through the shutters, which meant that it was already the next day and he had at least survived the first night. Still, he felt like he had barely slept and that his ankle hadn't recovered a bit. When Yeonjun sat up, pulled the hoodie off his head as quickly as possible and carelessly threw it on the floor, he looked into two large eyes staring at him from the other bed.
He had probably woken his roommate, who still hadn't made a sound. Shotaro had pulled the blanket up over his nose so that only his brown beady eyes and short, tousled hair were visible. His fingertips were also slightly peeking out from under the fabric and the scene reminded Yeonjun of the moment when Cole from the movie The Sixth Sense with Bruce Willis claimed to see dead people.
