The Delusional Psycho | KTH ✔

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I gradually opened my eyes to find myself enveloped in a chilling coldness, as if my bones themselves were freezing. The surroundings were pitch-dark and empty, the only thing visible being the blank walls that enclosed the space. I strained my eyes, trying to discern my surroundings in the dim light and figure out where I was.

I felt a parched sensation in my throat as my mouth felt dry, adding to the overwhelming sense of suffocation. In my desperate attempt to move, I felt something restraining me, forcing me to stay in position.

 As I looked down, I realized that my hands were cuffed to the chair I was sitting on. This realization only heightened my confusion and frustration. With a dry laugh, I muttered to myself, "What kind of sick joke is this?"

I tried to wrack my brain, desperately trying to recall what had happened before I ended up in this situation. Yet, my mind was frustratingly blank, filled with nothing but confusion and a fog of amnesia. I struggled to piece together the events that led me to this point, my thoughts muddled and disoriented.

Suddenly, a single name flashed through my mind, piercing the haze of confusion like a ray of sunlight breaking through the clouds. "Elara." Her name echoed in my head, stirring a mix of emotions. Memories slowly began to resurface, and the pieces of the puzzle started to fall into place.

The memories came flooding back. Yes, I had brought Elara back with me, and I was exhausted. As I tried to recall the final moments before I lost consciousness, a chilling realization settled within me like a weight of ice. Someone had struck me from behind, causing me to black out.

Whoever had hit me had done so in Jimin's house. But who could it have been? My mind raced, trying to think of anyone who might have a reason to attack me. The police? No chance...

My train of thought was abruptly interrupted as the door swung open, revealing a dim figure in the doorway. I strained to make out their identity in the half-light. I squint my eyes at the direction. 

The individual emerged fully into the room, and my eyes fell on Jimin, his features coming into focus in the dim light. He stood there, face-to-face with me, his expression devoid of emotion, mirroring my own blank facade.

A strange feeling stirred within me, a feeling I couldn't quite put into words. It wasn't a pain in my heart, but my mind struggled to comprehend the situation before me. Part of me wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it all, but deep down, the thought of betrayal gnawed at me like a worm burrowing through soil.

"Why?" I ask blankly.

Jimin, the Jimin whom I had once known, the Jimin who used to smile brightly upon seeing me - he was nowhere to be found. In front of me stood a version of him that was foreign, devoid of any hint of warmth or familiarity.