𝐥𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐬 ☽☔︎︎

𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝚃𝚆 𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙴/𝙽𝙾𝙽-𝙲𝙾𝙽

Jongwoo awoke on the sofa, glancing around. A 'Shh' silenced him, a boy with blonde hair near him he jolted up and turned to look at the blonde haired boy.

Jongwoo stared at the blond-haired boy, unsure of what to make of him. There was something off about his smile. It felt wide, almost forced. "I'm new here. I just saw you and wanted to make a new friend," the boy said. His voice had a cheerful lilt, but Jongwoo could sense an undercurrent of something darker.

"Right," Jongwoo replied, eyeing the boy. He squinted at the boy, taking in the tousled blonde hair and the anxious look in his eyes. "What do you mean you're new here?" Jongwoo asked, his voice shaky. The room felt too quiet, too still. The boy leaned closer, lowering his voice. "I just got here. I was working at a different place, and then... Well, I got a job here and it's my 2nd week here and when I came into the guest room, erm. You were just lying on the couch."

The weight of the boy's words hung between them. Jongwoo felt a chill creep down his spine. He remembered the last thing he saw before waking up: shadows moving, whispers echoing, and then darkness. He shook his head, trying to clear it. "What do you mean a guest room? Where are we?"

The boy hesitated, glancing towards the door as if expecting someone to burst in. "I don't know. I think it's a sort of... house? It's owned by a wealthy family and stuff." His voice dropped to a whisper.

Jongwoo felt a knot form in his stomach. He searched the boy's face for answers. The uncertainty in the air was suffocating. The boy shifted again, his eyes darting to the window. "I overheard some people talking. They said it was like an big anniversary party last night, and people from different companies were there blah, blah, blah,"

Jongwoo grabbed the boy by his ear and whispered. Jongwoo grabbed the boy by his ear and whispered. "Look I do not want to be here I need to get out. We need to figure out how to escape. Before they come back."

The young boy narrowed his gaze and turned his attention towards Jongwoo as he cautiously lowered his voice to a soft, almost conspiratorial whisper. "So do you like, owe them debt or something?" he inquired, his curiosity tinged with a hint of concern. Jongwoo, feeling the weight of the question, let out a sigh that seemed to carry the burden of the world on his shoulders. "No," he responded, his voice tinged with a mixture of resignation and determination. "I'll explain everything later,I barely even know myself" he assured the boy, his eyes filled with a sense of determination that hinted at a deeper story waiting to unfold.

The boy leaned in closer, lowering his voice to a near whisper. "Fine I'll help you, but you have to pay me back," the blonde-haired boy said to Jongwoo. "I will," Jongwoo replied with a slight nod. "Oh, names Levi, by the way," the blonde boy added, offering a small smile.

As they both sat there, the gravity of their situation began to sink in. Jongwoo broke the silence, his voice tinged with urgency, "We need to find a way out of this room first. There must be other people who work here like us. Maybe they possess more information that could guide us towards possible exits." His eyes darted around the room, searching for any clues or hints that might lead them

Jongwoo felt a spark of determination. They were in this together. Whatever was happening, they would face it side by side. "Let's do it," he said. The two of them shared a look, a silent understanding passing between them. The real challenge was just beginning. Before they could get up and set they're plan to action.

Suddenly the door knob twisted. Soon, as the door creaked open, the novice twisted, announcing the arrival of the lady of the house. With gentle steps, she walked towards Jongwoo, her eyes holding a mixture of curiosity and warmth. "Oh, you're awake," she remarked softly, before turning her gaze towards him. "Moonjo is expecting you in his office. I could certainly escort you there if you wish."