While I sat beside him in silence, I kept checking his breathing now and then to make sure he was still alive.
The faint cold air brushing against my face brought a small sense of relief—but not enough.
My eyelids grew heavier with each moment. Exhaustion was pulling my body down.
I fought to stay awake, but the pull of sleep was too strong.
Eventually, I gave in, just for a moment, and closed my eyes.
Just then, a voice echoed inside me:
"Wake up."
The word pierced into my mind like a blade.
A strange chill surged through my body.
Suddenly, my consciousness was being dragged into a dark void.
Everything vanished—only darkness and that ominous voice remained.
The voice echoed from everywhere and nowhere, as if some unknown presence had pulled me into this shadowed world.
"I'm sorry for everything. Everything happening right now... it's all my fault. But I don't regret it. I had no other choice."
Every word tightened my chest. The voice made my skin crawl.
I tried to speak, but no sound came out.
It was as if I had forgotten how to talk.
While I struggled helplessly, a pair of glowing crimson eyes appeared in the dark.
They were watching me—cold and sharp—draining all courage from me.
My heart thundered in my chest. I was paralyzed, breathless, trapped in fear.
"Don't be afraid," the voice said with an eerie calm.
"Soon, it will all be over. When the time comes, you'll fall into a deep sleep, and all pain will vanish. But for now... there's something more important. It's crowded outside. You need to get out—quickly."
The voice faded, and the darkness began to unravel.
When I opened my eyes, I was still beside the injured being.
The moment felt like a point where nightmare and reality had blurred into one.
It was hard to believe what I'd just experienced was a dream—everything had felt far too real.
The details still echoed in my mind.
Those red eyes... they belonged to the same creature that attacked me in my room.
My thoughts spiraled into a mental swamp.
I couldn't even grasp what was real anymore.
Was this place real?
I just wanted to go home—to find somewhere familiar, somewhere safe.
But there was nowhere to run in this cold, stifling world.
I had to get out of the wreckage.
Maybe fresh air would help—if only a little.
I made my way through the narrow corridors that now felt like they were closing in on me.
Once outside, I squinted up at the sky.
The sun was directly overhead, and those strange aliens were scattered around, all clad in shimmering armor that glinted in the light.
That moment confirmed it—I was no longer on Earth.
But how did I get here?
I still had no answer.
And now wasn't the time to figure it out.
There was a more urgent question:
Should I call for help... or run?
What would they do if they found me?
My thoughts raced, but my heart screamed one thing: run.
The smartest choice was to sneak away unnoticed.
If I was careful, I might find a chance to escape.
Soon, most of the aliens entered the wreckage—giving me the perfect opportunity.
I crept quietly toward the edge.
But just as I was about to slip out—
I came face to face with one of them.
We both froze, staring at each other.
Then, the armor on his arm began to shift—
changing shape right in front of me.
A wave of fear pinned me to the ground.
Something terrible was about to happen—I could feel it in every fiber of my body.
Acting on instinct, I lunged forward and shoved him.
We both lost balance and tumbled down from the wreck.
Pain exploded through my body as I hit the ground, but I had to get up—fast.
