The Shadows of Fate

Driven to a corner

Dark, everything is. Everything feels cold, he felt like he was sinking but there was no water.

What happened? His small conscious mind asked.

He can barely remember anything, aside from seeing the locks of a red haired man before passing out because of his trouble breathing.

But where is he now?

He just then noticed how his eyes were still closed, yet it wouldn't open as he tried to do so.

His eyes were closed, yet his awareness was slowly coming back.

His body felt heavy.

Until a cold ground caught his body, only then he was able to blink his eyes open. What happened?

Yellow eyes skittles around, observing the place.

It looks like he's in a room with old walls colored in gray. Judging by how the walls are cracked and the colors are slowly fading to white. However there's no door or whatsoever but a window.

A small window that's similar to the size of a brick. You can barely see anything because it was high and close to the ceiling already.

The ceiling doesn't have any lights, but he can see the faded colors that's definitely not gray thanks to the window.

It's smudged as to why he can barely make out the colors.

"How does one's consciousness end up here?"

A barely audible soft voice suddenly spoke.

The man turned around, only to see a black figure with uneven white hair. There were also gold cracks on its face down to its body.

"Who are you–" The male's dry throat made him cough, but still he forced out his words. "Where am I?"

The figure stayed quiet. Somehow, with even no eyes shown, the male could still feel the gaze of the white haired figure.

"That," The figure quietly said, "I can't answer."

Upon hearing its voice clearer this time, he was able to figure out that she was a girl.

"Why?" He asked

The girl brought up her arm, the male just realized that she was chained.

"Because I don't know either." There was sadness in her voice.

And Ryouta could only imagine her expression if she had a face.

"How long have you been in here?" Ryouta questioned as he sat in front of her, deciding to talk to her since there's no way to escape this room.

"I don't know." she whispers "Time works very slow here. I do think 1 year here is equivalent to 1 hour in your world."

In his world? What world is he in right now?

"Wait 1 year?"

The girl nodded, "You've been here for a long time now, unconscious."

Ryouta blinks, "How long...?"

"19 years." The girl counted. Ryouta's breath hitched, it's been 19 hours since he passed out? I mean at least it hasn't been a day but...

"You're not the only one here actually. Someone is still unconscious beside you," Ryouta searched the room to look for who she was talking about. "Though I don't think you can see him."