The abandoned St. Dymphna's Hospital stood on the edge of town like a monument to forgotten memories. Its once bustling halls were now silent, save for the occasional creak of decaying wood and the whisper of the wind through broken windows. Tonight, the hospital was a beacon for eight souls, each drawn by a shared desire to end their suffering.
Jimin was the first to arrive, his slender frame barely visible against the shadows. He hesitated at the entrance, clutching a worn notebook filled with his darkest thoughts. Jimin had been an artist, but the loss of his muse had plunged him into an abyss from which he could see no escape.
Taehyung followed closely behind, his striking features marred by a look of profound sadness. He carried a camera, the last remnant of a passion that had been crushed by the weight of familial expectations. Taehyung's dreams had been replaced by a relentless pursuit of perfection that left him empty.
Jungkook, the youngest, appeared next. His usually bright eyes were dulled by a life of constant comparison and unfulfilled potential. He had once been the golden boy, but the pressure to be perfect had driven him to the edge.
Namjoon, the intellectual, arrived with a stack of books clutched to his chest. His brilliance had always set him apart, but his mind had become a prison of anxiety and depression, each day a battle he no longer wished to fight.
Seokjin, with his striking good looks, had been adored by many, but his life felt like a never-ending performance. He longed for genuine connection, something real amidst the superficial adulation that surrounded him.
Hoseok, the sunshine of the group, had lost his light. The dancer's vibrant energy had been sapped by the death of a loved one, leaving him a shadow of his former self. His heartache was a weight he could no longer bear.
Yoongi, the brooding musician, arrived last. His music had once been an outlet for his pain, but now it only served as a reminder of his failures. The melodies that once brought him solace had become a source of torment.
Finally, Y/n stepped into the hospital, her presence a stark contrast to the desolation around her. She had been the glue that held her friends together, but her own struggles had become too much to bear. She sought an end to the pain that had consumed her.
They gathered in the main hall, their eyes meeting in silent understanding. Each had come here with the intention of ending their life, but their plans were interrupted by a chilling discovery. In one of the darkened rooms, they found the body of a young girl, her lifeless form sprawled across a rusted gurney.
The girl was a stranger, her identity a mystery, but her death struck a chord with the group. Their shared despair turned into a quest for answers, a need to know who she was and why she had died. As they delved into the hospital's secrets, their own stories began to unfold.
Jimin's descent into darkness had begun with the death of his younger sister. She had been his muse, his inspiration, and without her, his art had lost its meaning. His parents' subsequent divorce had only deepened his sense of loss, leaving him adrift in a sea of grief.
Taehyung's story was one of crushed dreams. He had been a talented photographer, but his father's insistence on a more "practical" career had driven him away from his passion. The weight of unfulfilled potential and the constant pressure to succeed had drained him of all joy.
Jungkook had always been compared to his older brother, a star athlete and academic prodigy. No matter how hard he tried, he could never measure up, and the constant comparisons had eroded his self-worth. His life felt like a series of failures, each one pushing him closer to the brink.
Namjoon's brilliance had been both a gift and a curse. His mind was a labyrinth of thoughts, each one more complex than the last. But his intellect had isolated him, making it difficult to connect with others. The relentless pressure to excel had turned his mind into a battleground, each day a struggle to hold on.
