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Episode 9

Where am I? I don't know. This place feels strange... and so cold. It's the kind of cold that burns, making my skin tingle like it's on fire. I try to move, but it feels like I'm trapped in a maze—no matter where I turn, the path stretches on and on, never-ending. My vision is blurry as if I'm looking through a fog or a filter.

Oh... my glasses. They're gone. That's why I can't see clearly. But... where am I? The air smells horrible, thick with something foul. The more I walk, the worse it gets. Suddenly, the floor feels slippery under my feet, like I've stepped on something wet.

I look down, squinting to see, and the realization hits me like a punch in the gut—it's blood. The smell, the metallic stench, it's overwhelming. What's happening here? My mind races with questions, but no answers come—just silence.

"Excuse me? Is anyone here?" 

My voice comes out weak, barely above a whisper. Why does it sound like that? My throat feels raw as if I'm speaking for the first time in years. 

"Excuse me...?"

I step forward, but then the world shifts. A pool of blood. A freezing room. Blurry shapes moving around me. And then, faint cries—almost like whispers floating through the air.

"Pl...ease... He...lp..."

The voice is so broken, filled with pain and hopelessness.

"Y/N!"

Someone calls out my name, but it's distant like they're trapped in another world.

"R...un..."

My heart pounds.

"Do...n't... come... back... again..."

I freeze, the warning ringing in my ears. Who are these voices? What do they want?

"Hello? Who are you?" 

I whisper into the darkness, desperate for some kind of answer, but no one responds.

Then suddenly, a hand grabs my leg, yanking me down. I stumble, gasping in shock, my heart hammering in my chest. A figure, hidden in the shadows, clings to me, his grip tight and trembling.

"LEAVE!" he shouts, his voice raw with terror. 

"LEAVE, Y/N! YOU HAVE TO LIVE! GO, GO NOW, AND NEVER COME BACK!"

"LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAVE"

Y/N POV

Y/N- *Gasp!* I jerk awake, my heart pounding in my chest, my breath shaky.

Y/N- It was a dream... again. The fourth time.

I run my hands through my hair, still shaken, rubbing my face as if trying to erase the lingering images. Why do I keep having this nightmare? What does it even mean? I can still feel the cold, and hear the voices. It clings to me like a shadow, refusing to fade.

I look around. The sunlight streams through the window, filling the room with warmth and brightness. It's 11 A.M. already. 

Y/N- Damn, I slept well.

I mutter, trying to shake off the unsettling feeling. For now, at least.