Abusive lifestyle upon a tragic event of a ceremony that ends in more suffering.
Though with that thought, witness of curses and the following energy your thrown into more pain!
⅄on, ɐɹǝ ıuʇo ɐ ɥoןǝ oɟ ɯɐpuǝss, ʇɥɐʇ ʇnɹus ʎon qopʎ ʇıןן ıʇ qǝups ɟoɹ...
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The door opened though it swung side by side due to the wind that breezed in by the open window.
Winter had arrived early, feeling ice form from the rundown sweat pouring from his forehead.
Unable to sleep by the haunting nightmare, a vivid image of guts and blood. Feeling the very thick crimson all over his torso, he wanted to hide.
Yes open the closet.
Walking in, his eyes failed to check once, to see what was behind it.
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More, more doors. Holding his head to check for any fever but this is no symptom of a sickness. He was not dreaming this is reality.
He had walked into the closet but cannot walk out.
Y/N: "Did I not wake up?"
Speaking to the halls in hopes anyone can hear him, his voice echoed throughout the hallway of the many doors.
Barefoot upon the cold marble floor that had more of a impression on him then the wooden doors that were chipped by the insects or carvings of the students.
Students?
Ring! Ring! Ring!
Students went around him as he was a statue, no one batted an eye to him. His presence was merely not there, staring down he had not remembered why he was here or how he got here.
